First, I Would Not Call It "A Party"...

Thursday night we went up to Maine to celebrate the 8oth birthday of my grandfather's wife. As I suspected, especially since my partners in crime couldn't make it, the affair was fairly yawn-worthy. The highlights included my aunt, my mother and I speculating just what kind of sandwich my mother was eating. My aunt said if you don't know what it is, it's usually chicken and then I said something like, "let's go with that..." Another highlight was when I mentioned to another aunt that the eclair piece I was eating seemed to have the cream sucked out of it. My "grandmother"'s son sang, as did she actually. During his performance of a Christmas song he wrote, (Yes, you read that correctly.) his wife was wandering around the room doing other tasks but piped in when he needed a backup singer...

Friday night, we saw a movie with my uncle and grandmother from the other side of the family: Monster-in-Law. I've noticed I've been giving good reviews of movies lately. That trend will end today. This movie was way over the top and like every other Jennifer Lopez romantic comedy you've ever seen. (This wasn't like Never Been Kissed so Michael Vartan is safe from my wrath.) Jane Fonda must have owed someone money or had to fulfill a court order for her to want to appear in this movie. The few highlights were Wanda Sykes as Fonda's assistant and a surprise appearance by Elaine Stritch. In summary, don't see this movie.