Here at Magick Sandwich, we planned to have the Best Fourth of July Weekend Ever! Here's how our dream inevitably turned into disappointment and self-recrimination.
One of the nice things about our apartment in Astoria, Queens is that it has a great view of the Grucci fireworks display every year on the East River. Saturday saw the largest fireworks display ever in the history of New York City. I say Saturday saw it because we didn't. It was done on the Hudson River this year. So I'm sure Mayor Bloomberg's friends on the West Side got a nice show. Good for them.
So instead of getting a break from watching hubby's movie pick to go ooh and aah over the fireworks, I got treated to a nonstop showing of the filmic abortion that is Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. Somehow, I think that Michael Sheen, who has played David Frost and Tony Blair, might prefer to forget his star turn as Lucian, the werewolf/human hybrid. I know I would.
Pursuant to my holiday food intake, my digestive tract is now filled stem to stern with hamburgers and hot dogs. I pray for a bowel movement before winter.
Just to drive home the fact that Monday had arrived, I had to go to the post office this morning. To avoid the line for the zombiefied postal workers, I waited for the automated postal machine behind a twenty something who complained to her friend that the machine "takes all the personality out of sending packages." I was too mentally hungover to slap her.
Yes, the weekend's definitely over.Labels: Bloomberg, fireworks, Fourth of July, kathcom, Magick Monday, magick sandwich, underworld
