Okay, OK!!! Just don't shout, I have to apologize. I was a little wrong about love movies. Yesterday I was channel-surfing AGAIN in front of my new 40 inches TV that fell from the sky to my kitchen, replacing a 23 years old small (bad vision) television, just because Euronics gave it to us on a special offer. So I came upon a very deep touching love story, "Away from her", realised 2006. The film stars Gordon Pinsent and Julie Christie as a couple whose marriage is tested when Christie's character begins to suffer from Alzheimer's and moves into a nursing home, where she loses virtually all memory of her husband and begins to develop a romance with another nursing home resident. J. Christie is an AWESOME actress!!! I loved two great moments of the movie: the first one's about a book "Letters from Iceland" by W.H. Auden; Grant (Pinsent) brings it to Fiona (Christie), but she doesn't even remember her favourite old book. "Where is Iceland?" she asks Grant; "It's in the middle of Atlantic Ocean, it's your birthplace". The second one is the end: "You could have just driven away without a care in the world for me, and forsaken me". It made me think for the 1st time to the meaning of merriage. "Not a chance" is Grant's answer.
But let's talk about my great Saturday night! My friends and I went to a small pub to see the awkward concert of a band wich played and sang cartoons' songs!!! WOW. The waitresses wore like Pippi Longstocking!! But they made us wait for a HOUR to get the orders!!!!! It seemed a candid camera when a ridicolous waitress told me "I'm sorry, kitchen's closed". She brought me a dish of chips, a Caipiroska and...........nothing more! What???! I was REALLY hungry and angry. Btw we moved to the Main Street, it was very crowded and a group of tourists were walking around the city with only their PANTS on......I would have joined them or at least taken a photo, but too many people know me here at my home town -.-" so I wasn't brave enough..! Or drunk enough, make your choose =) Turning back home, we just chatted about our private events, concerning children, strange messages and red lace underwear, ahahh, but this's another stupid teenage story!
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