In Which I Slap Myself in the Face

Literally, I slapped myself in the face tonight. And it still stings.

It started with dinner at an Italian restaurant which was perfect if for no other reason than I was able to eat tiramisu surrounded by great friends. The food was fantastic, and the conversation was even better. The only thing that could top it was a dollar movie. After a lengthy discussion, all 8 of us decided we couldn't decide on a movie, so we divided up and saw two different films. One group, who were in a particularly randy mood saw Wedding Crashers. The other group, my group, went to see Flight Plan.

Now I really enjoyed Flight Plan despite some bad reviews I had read. In all fairness, those reviewers did not see the film with the same people I saw it with. I really rather enjoyed myself, but I'm afraid those sitting near us might not say the same. I am sure that Flight Plan was never meant to the be the comedy that we made it. That's not to say we didn't enjoy the suspense factor. In fact, because the suspense was so intense, during one crucial scene, when the bad guy was about to get beaned with a fire extinguisher of gargantuan proportion, I quickly covered my eyes..Not only did I cover my eyes quickly, but also with great velocity! Being slapped can be a humiliating experience, but it in no way compares to the humiliation you feel when you slap yourself. I guess that's a testament to how I felt about tonight.. from dinner, to friends, to a high suspense film... It was simply face slapping good!

This particular blog post was brought to you by the words blog, handcuffs and duct tape and by the letter "P" but you'll have to ask Melissa about that.