Friday, August 12

I want a house on the beach and you in my dreams

Okay, I don't really need the house on the beach. (Nothing but trouble anyway, worrying about erosion and hurricanes and shit. Who needs that?) I'm ready to officially declare this the summer of the wedding. I've been to three so far and there's another one on the horizon that I'm trying to fit in. And today I went to see Wedding Crashers, and damn if that isn't crap. Does anyone actually meet someone at a wedding? There was, like, one other single person at each of the weddings I've been to this summer. (Though the premise that chicks want to hook up after a wedding is totally dead on.) Nonetheless, I haven't laughed that hard in a really, really long time. Normally, I'm not a huge fan of Owen Wilson. (That nose freaks me out, and I think we all know what it reminds me of.) I liked Vince Vaughn in Swingers, but after that he sold out and was the crap. But both stars were on their game this time, and I have to admit, I was seriously contorted with laughter at several points. I have to agree with the Sports Guy that the first half was the best part, but I enjoyed the whole thing. A perfect escape from the heat -- and from my wedding-packed summer.

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