Favorite Movies

I have none.

I love them as I watch them. I laugh my heart out when it's funny. I weep my tear ducts dry when it's drama. I clap my hands with glee when it's triumphant. I cower like a wimp who peed in her pants when it's horror. I pant like a dog when it's action. I stare with drool in my mouth when it's mystery. I sleep like a log or turn green in the face with envy when it's romance.

I feel the movie as I watch it then forget about it when it's over. When I am asked what my favorite movie is, I am at a loss. It's the one where what's-his-name is the president of the USA and his plane got hijacked and he fought the terrorists by his lonesome then they had to transfer to a cargo plane which became Air Force One and the F16s flew beside it to escort it. Or it's the one where what's-his-face played the father of so many kids and went to fight the war against the Red Coats and his son Gabriel got killed avenging the death of his new bride. Or it's Pretty Woman which I watched one million times when I was in highschool (which is why I remember the title) and wanted to become a prostitute when I grow up. Or maybe that futuristic movie where everything was underwater and Kevin Costner was evolving to be a merman.

Ah, movies... how time flies when you're watching one armed with a giant bucket of popcorn. Then you walk out and try to suck the stubborn corn bits that stick between your teeth.

Where in the world is my movie buddy, Paul??? We usually grab a couple of frozen margaritas before we watch the movie. By then, I am sloshed.