Movie Friday

It was a rockin' party night at our house last night. While Chris watched the Sabres game downstairs, I retreated to the bedroom to mindlessly flip through channel after channel of god-awful Friday night television.

I fell onto a station airing "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." It was a cute movie. But beyond it's value as entertainment, it reminded me of when I first saw this movie at the theater. I was nine months pregnant with Aidan and desperate, DESPERATE to have the baby already. It was also the afternoon of my thirtieth birthday. Not only was I ready to burst and waddling on swollen ankles the size of hot air balloons, but I was also recovering from a bout of a severe stomach flu that saw me hospitalized and put on an iv. Ah, good times. Happy thirty to me.

This walk down memory lane made me stop and appreciate other movies that have gone beyond just two hours of entertainment, but remind me of a time in my life.

Air Force One: This movie still makes me break out in cold sweats and hives. I saw a late night viewing in a desperate attempt to keep my mind of the fact that I was taking the N.Y. Bar Exam the next day. Unfortunately, even Harrison Ford couldn't make me forget.

The Second Bridget Jones Diary: Similar situation to My Big Fat Greek Wedding - I was one week away from my due date with Brennan. But this time I was the personification of angry pregnant lady. Even the antics of Bridget Jones could not break my rage. After a half an hour, I left the movie muttering to myself of how "stupid" the whole thing was anyway. I then drove around in a crazy fit of red mist just willing myself into labor. It didn't work. I was still pregnant and still angry. I was induced a week later.