vacation, day 5: fuck you, usps

another uneventful day, really.

i finally went to the 12:30 p.m. showing of rachel getting married at the arbor. o.m.g. so. good. i want to see at again. and then again. and then buy it. and i can finally say that i like something with anne hathaway in it. (not that i've been dying to say that.) but seriously, go see it. it was alternately funny and bawl-worthy, and possibly i identified a bit too much with anne's self-destructive character.

moving on...

um, i came home and watched the episode that was on of barefoot contessa, which sponsored a certain reaction in me. if you watch the good ol' contessa, you know she starts off every episode with, well, what she's going to do for the episode. for today, she was making dinner for her and her husband. only she hates cooking for two, so she's cooking for four and giving the other two portions to her gorgeous friend t.r. she's also giving him a shopping list, as he's alone for the weekend, and "you know men; they'll buy four chocolate cakes and not have anything to eat for the weekend."

really, ina? really? what men are these? because i know i certainly don't know any men that, when faced with the aspect of being alone for the weekend, will go out and buy nothing but four chocolate cakes. and i'm including gay men in this formula. and how did you come up with four chocolate cakes, ina? how is four the magical number of chocolate cakes (chocolate?!?) that men will buy when spending the weekend by themselves? really?

oh, and i went to the post office to mail off some bills, only to discover that, *gasp*, they've gotten rid of their stamp vending machine. no, not the one that takes your credit card. the one that takes your change. this really pissed me off, as, well, i have not bought a book of stamps in years, and refuse to, because invaribly by the time i get to use the last couple of stamps, the price of stamps have changed, meaning i have to buy the cursed 1 cent stamps, and blah blah blah. but now i have all these dimes, nickels, and pennies, and how am i supposed to use them? a pox on you, u.s. postal service, for getting rid of these vending machines. you know why? because now, instead of going to the post office after hours to buy three stamps with $1.26 in nickels and pennies, now i'm going to go during business hours, and then you're going to have to count it to make sure it's exact. take that!

and now, i wait to go to barflys with leanne. ta-fucking-da.