But! If the Omni hotel security gig doesn't work out, I am thinking about going and sitting on the corner of 6th and San Jacinto with my soon-to-be-purchased keyboard and having a little tip jar with a flag sticking out of it that says "I *heart* Iraq." Chubby Charles will also be draped across my shoulder holding a sign that says "MeanRachel's Ivory Cat." What? It works! I could even go on tour with Rod Stewart - Tribute Act! Endless possibilities.
Anyway, first I must clear hurdle numero uno: Learn to play the piano. Learn to tickle the ivories. Learn to read sheet music. And so on.
Drumming up teachers and second-hand instruments was never so easy since the invention of Craigslist. Seriously, I think I should try to be That Girl who only purchases things off of Craigslist and sees where it gets me. I mean, everything. Toilet paper? No problem. Custom flag design? Sure.
Hopefully by next weekend I will be in possession of a keyboard and a teacher. And maybe even a stirring rendition of Chopsticks.
Went and saw Knocked Up this afternoon with my dad. I thought that Father's Day was today, which in fact...it was not. As we were getting up from our seats after the movie, my dad said "Well, that certainly had some life lessons in it..." Classic Dad line. To which I responded, "Yep, just another great father-daughter flick!"
So it's an interesting movie that certainly will make anyone dubious of ever getting into a relationship. I thought the most noteworthy aspect was the way it polarized men and women -- the men in the movie are almost prehistoric beasts, pounding their chests (and other various appendages) and rolling around in their own filth (of course, loving every second of it). Meanwhile, the women in the movie are portrayed as cunning, emotionally-unstable walking time bombs of hormones, screaming at anyone and everyone who crosses their paths, then sobbing uncontrollably minutes later. I thought that despite the emphasis on the difference between men and women, it actually still ended up being a very believable cast of characters. Everyone was a caricature of someone I'd known in life. Sadly enough, I saw myself mainly in the chiding, borderline-rageaholic sister "Debbie," played by Leslie Mann. Mann gives an almost painful performance of an embittered woman, getting by on doses of three Red Bulls every fifteen minutes, waiting to snap at the tiniest piece of the world being out of place. The storyline is almost shared between the main characters, Ben (Seth Rogen) and Alison (Katherine Heigl), and Debbie and her cynical, jaded husband Pete (Paul Rudd). Ben and Alison are obviously going through their own minidrama of Alison getting "knocked up," while Debbie and Pete are forced to reckon with the notion of "If we had to do it all over again, would we?"
The movie is definitely not short on jokes and as someone who was underwhelmed by 40 Year-Old Virgin and Talladega Nights, I thought Knocked Up out-funnied both of them. I appreciated the emotional outbursts in the movie, finding the funniest moments to be when people "cut the shit," to put it in the words of Ryan Seacrest, who makes a short but funny cameo in the movie.
The movie brings up some interesting questions about relationships. It made me regret not actually seeing it with the person I'm in a relationship with. It forces the issue of the differences that men and women have in what they expect from a relationship, and the different ways each party is willing to give.
Anyone else see this movie? I'd be interested to hear your thoughts.