Well, finally, here at the end of week 5, I am kind of back in the groove, movie-wise.
I saw three movies in three days! And they were all good.
The first one was a romantic comedy (hey. . . . . I'm a girl!) called Your Sister's Sister. Apart from the fact that I liked the previews, it had Emily Blunt in it, and I'm a big fan of EB. I like everything I see with her in it. And it had Mark Duplass in it. I had never heard of him. But he was great. While I was waiting for that movie to start, there was a preview of a movie called Safety Not Guaranteed. The star? Mark Duplass! HUH? Twice in one day?
Then on Tuesday night I saw People Like Us with Elizabeth Banks and I loved that. Her downstairs neighbor looked familiar. Oh yeah.. . . . . Mark Duplass! How can I not have heard of this guy? He is the anti-movie star looks-wise, but he has a sweet vulnerability that, let's face it,. . . girl's love. I love me some Matt Damon too, but I think Mark Duplass is worth watching, and it's a good thing, because he seems to be stalking me from the big screen.
On Wednesday night I did not see Mark Duplass in a movie. Mainly because the movie was Citizen Kane, and I doubt if Mark Duplass' parents were born yet when that movie was made. Heck, I wasn't born yet when that movie was made. And believe it or not, I had never seen that movie before. And yes, there is Netflix and all, but I was glad I waited to see it on the "big" screen. This was the third classic movie of the summer, and only the first one I have been able to see. It was terrific! I've seen so many references to this movie in various movie overview programs. I knew all about the "Rosebud" line. But I had no idea what Rosebud was, or who Rosebud was. All those years and no one ever gave away the ending. I won't give it away either. Because it makes for a very compelling movie. We were lucky in that the guy up here who introduced the movie was able to give us a few things to watch for that added to the enjoyment of the picture.
So I'm back in the saddle, movie-wise, and happy to be there.
Now as to the shrimp. This is just a weird story. More weird than Rosebud because there is no answer.
Last night before I went to bed I was aware, through my new favorite web-site, Wunderground, that there was a very serious group of storms on the way to our neck of the woods. In fact, it was showing that this was very likely to become a derecho. Now a derecho is very much like Mark Duplass. Up until a few weeks ago I had never heard of this. But this is the kind of storm front that hit DC and Virginia with such powerful, straight-line wind. I heard all about it after the fact when I kept getting messages from home that my house was okay! Okay? Wasn't worried. And then I started seeing the radar pictures from this groups of storms and became acquainted with the concept of a derecho. For the record, I enjoy Mark Duplass much more than a potential derecho. I look forward to seeing Mark Duplass again. A derecho? Not so much.
So last night here were the huge, long blobs of yellows, oranges and reds, stretching across states coming across Lake Erie and headed right towards us. And they promised that somewhere along 2 in the morning we could expect to be hit. Well, it was more like 4 AM and it was an impressive thunderstorm, but the winds never kicked up too much, just lots of rain and thunder and lightening.
So I had to be in the amp at 7:30. I checked the radar when I got up and found us between bands of these storms at around 7, so I decided just to walk across to the amp then so as to be undercover when the next round hit. As I walked out the door of my apartment, turned right so as to exit the porch via the two steps, I noticed that there were two cooked shrimp(s?) on the floor of the porch. Like from a shrimp cocktail. Just sprawled on the porch floor. Hmmmm. I thought to myself. Barb or Susan must have been bringing shrimp up on the porch and spilled a couple. Weird. So I got over to the amp. And it being early in the morning, the crew was setting everything up. And one of them comes up to me and says, "Did you see the shrimp?" And I thought. . . .what was this guy doing on my porch? Is it possible that 63-year-old me is irresistible to this 20-something hottie in cowboy boots? And before I could say "yes" in my most sultry tones, he explains further that there were shrimp up and down the aisles of the amphitheater! What? No seriously. . . . what? I asked him where they came from and he said he didn't know. So. . . was it raining shrimp last night? Was there a wind I wasn't aware of that blew the shrimp from somewhere (where?) all over the grounds? What is the answer to the mysterious appearance of cooked shrimp in those two locations? Are there more locations? Should I put a bowl out on the porch tonight in the hopes of catching them before they land on the ground? Would I feel safe eating them the next day?
So many questions. Three mysteries in a couple of days! Who is this Mark Duplass? What is a derecho? Where the hell did the shrimp come from?
My brain is tired!
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