Last weekend, I did nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I slept about 24 hours, and watched tons of television. I ate fast food, and left the wrappers on the coffee table until Sunday night. I drank an entire case of Diet Cokes (yes, I am addicted.)
For the past seven weeks, I have had something to do every weekend -- had to do mostly, not wanted to do. For the first time in I can't remember, the weekend was all about me and what I wanted to do at the time.
I started off at the movie store where I picked up six movies. I thought I could watch two Friday night, two Saturday, and two on Sunday. It would be a nice addition to my weekend. Of course, I finished all six by Saturday night.
I started with National Treasure 2. Good movie. Not as good as the first one (I liked the subject matter of the first one better), but I could definitely watch it again.
Then it was Elizabeth: The Golden Age. Two words: Clive Owen. That is the main reason to watch this film. He is hot. It is better than the first Elizabeth, but I will attribute a lot of that to Clive Owen.
Charlie Wilson's War was next, and I loved it. It is written by Aaron Sorkin who wrote the West Wing and Studio 60 and Sports Night. It is smart and funny, and it is a must see for any fan of politics.
More than two hours of my life were wasted as I watched The Golden Compass, a ridiculous movie about animal souls, talking bears, and an ending that just stopped. It was definitely hoping for sequel, but this one sucked so bad, I am sure that isn't going to happen.
The chick flick 27 Dresses turned out to be quite charming. It won't win and Oscar, but it was a nice breakfast companion for Saturday morning.
I finished off my movie marathon with Atonement. Heavy and a bit of a downer, but well worth the watch. I doubt I will watch it repeatedly like Steel Magnolias or Color Purple and memorize all the lines, but I highly recommend it.
Best movie of the weekend: Elizabeth: The Golden Age. Thank you, Clive Owen.