That's why I'm an inveterate Smuggler. And I always evaluate prospective movie companions by those standards. Are they smugglers too? Can they be enlisted as a possible Twizzler mule? (How big is their purse; do they have a lot of pockets?) Or are they offended by the practice? (One of my best friend's wives HATES going to the movies with me and her husband -- he and I need a Sherpa to haul in our loot, while she coughs conspicuously to try to mask the sound of us opening our 40 gallon drums of M &Ms. Heck, we were at a Vin Diesel movie at Hoodhill the first time that happened -- not an arthouse indie downtown-- our contraband concessions were certainly the least of the security breaches at that place).
That's how I ended up at the SnootyFalooty store. They also had failed to shovel or salt (making me angry on arrival), but I knew they would have Mexican Cokes (cane sugar/none of the demon elixir: high fructose corn syrup).
What I'd forgotten, is they also have the Wall of Candy -- every smuggler's dream. I grabbed Watermelon Sour Patch kids and chocolate covered cashews for me (of course), and then started picking out treats for my date. Which gave me momentary pause -- a little
We saw It's Complicated. Which I wanted to see Christmas Night but ended up seeing something else instead. Although I'm not typically first in line for a chick-flick, I know several things about Nancy Myers movies: they will feature women even older than I am (if you can imagine), who will be very very well-lit. The sets will be designed right out of Dwell Magazine. (HG actually did do a spread on her sets after Something's Gotta Give, which my Mom, God love her, saved for me.) And there will always, always be spectacular food. Sure, the dialogue will usually be unduly stage-y and everything will always drag on a half hour too long, but hey, you could do a lot worse in a movie. At least it's not Nora Ephron. The movie was a little wistful, a little farcical (not a compliment, btw), a little funny, and mostly likeable. The one thing it wasn't is "complicated" (most things aren't; it's just something people say).