On Saturday the SO and I stayed by the pool all day, getting nice and crispy (turning every half hour and basting throughout 'til we reached a delicious golden brown). At the end of the day we kicked around a few ideas, but finally settled on Chinese takeout and a movie. Why not? We’d been drinking Margarittas all day, had a nice, mellow buzz on, the Chinese place and video store were within walking distance - we’d just sort of blob out for the rest of the night.
The movie pick was hers, and she went for “Ocean’s Eleven.” Fine with me - sort of mindless, not too heavy or deep - perfect for the kind of day we’d already had. We pop the tape in, serve up the Dragon and Phoenix and…
Damn - George Clooney. It may have been the lighting, it may have been the makeup, it may have been the Margarittas, but both SO and I agreed that George Clooney is one extraordinary looking man. He put Brad Pitt to shame (according to the SO).
So, there you have it. I am now officially in love with another man. I hope my parents understand. The SO is fine with it.