so in January… [CoA 11]

song: january wedding – artist: the avett brothers

[due to a few less-than-awesome things, I’m running a little late with this one. sorry, y’all.]

The first Wednesday in January found me rocking the "another year older, another year wiser" vibe. And, as the majority of one’s birthday’s are bound to do, it fell on a school night. Which made it easier to not put up much of a fight when my movie choice of Black Swan got vetoed with an aghast, "Syd! No! That is not a birthday movie!" (I still haven’t seen it, if you were curious. Additionally, I was/am intrigued, but it was more an issue of interest vs. availability when it came to movie selection at that time.) Also, I was kind of disappointed there was no Bateman for my birthday. It is something that happened in 2007, when Juno was out and I was totally stoked because there was a movie with Jason Bateman! In the theater! On my birthday! I dig me some JB, what can I say? So, now, every year, as my birthday approaches, I hope for a movie release with Jason Bateman to carry on this hit & miss tradition. (Last year: hit, in as much as Extract was released on DVD on my birthday. And my ever fabulous mom, who is well acquainted with all of this, gave it to me for my birthday. Aww!)

This year, maybe a month or so before my birthday, I found out about Paul (thanks to my mom, actually). But there was no stated release date at that point. So, I got hopeful. And then it was stated. March. Decidedly not my birthday. Except opening weekend was this weekend just past and so the birthday movie vetoing was made up for. Belated Birthday Bateman. It’s got the alliteration I so love! And the Bateman!

During the same weekend, there was the viewing of The Switch, due in no small part to its Jason Bateman content. It was a wholly satisfying experience. It had a whole lot of Bateman. And very adorable Bateman, at that. Which is always relieving and satisfying when you’re really only watching a movie for a single actor and they’re not the first billed.

As the weekend rolled on, I had the house to myself for a day (and a half, but the half was Monday, so, not the weekend). I had vague "plans" of what I was going to do – bouncing back and forth between loungey and productive. I suppose I wound up with both, but not quite like I had thought I would. Is it just me, or is there something totally amazing about embarking on a caffeine-fueled spree of baking, cooking and cleaning (a lot of which wound up being done in a tankini, as I’d thrown some sunbathing into the middle of that mix and didn’t bother to change when I got in and was still high on caffeine – also, because I DIDN’T HAVE TO CHANGE, thank you very much!) when you have no expectations of your time and no possible interruptions? Because I found it rather awesome. While I had anticipated the ability to mop at midnight, should the urge strike, that didn’t quite work out that way. But I got a lot done and also managed to get some relaxing in there. And that is one of my favoritest combinations EVER! Perhaps even outranking that of Jason Bateman and my birthday. 😉

[what the "CoA" bit is about]