1) Why can't they make anybody from the Midwest in movies sound like they're from the Midwest? They had crazy accents flying around the whole movie, and not one sounded Milwaukeen. I know people study accents. Come on!
2) What was the pill/drink combo that Helen gave Annie, and why wasn't she ever caught purposefully giving her a concoction that would fuck her up?
3) Does Annie ever get back into baking professionally?
4) What was it that Helen said that convinced Rhodes to come reunite with Annie after the funeral? And where, exactly, did he change from his uniform to the hipster suit?
5) How long can a butterfly survive enclosed in an envelope?
I guess I can't expect things to come full circle if the script is written entirely by women. (Considering how popular yesterday's post was, I guess I have to keep things controversial.) [I'm clearly joking. Women are smarter than men.] {I'm out of parenthetical enveloping symbols after this.} <Except these, I guess.>
I figure that some of these questions were left unanswered to leave room for Bridesmaids 2 (where Annie and Rhodes get married) and Bridesmaids 3 (where Megan marries Air Marshall Jon) and, assuming Hollywood continues as it has, Bridesmaids 4 (where talking puppies get married) and Bridesmaids 5 (where one of Rita's 'sticky' boys grows up to marry Helen's step-daughter) and Bridesmaids 6 that I can't even pull out of my ass right now.
Moving on...
I stayed home yesterday to fix my car. It was just the battery, though it was hard to diagnose. The most physically intense part came where I had to try and jump start the car so I could drive to a store and replace the battery. My car was parked in the car port under our apartment building, so the hood was inaccessible. I turned the key (it didn't start if you've been keeping up), but I was able to put it in neutral and let it roll down the driveway. However, I'd have to turn the car uphill in order for me to park it downhill (everything in the bay area is at some sort of angle). There was some pretty crazy leg pressing going on as I pushed my car slightly uphill, jumped in, pulled the steering wheel with everything, and managed to depress the manual brakes before ramming Annie's gas-guzzling SUV.
I have no real tools at my apartment, but I managed to do it all by myself. It required using a random-ass assortment of tools available at the local auto parts store. While struggling to get the battery out in the parking lot, there were some great moments. One African American guy walked by (and into the store) shirtless, openly smoking a joint. He didn't seem to give a f*ck. Also, two Hispanic guys climbed out the back of a semi trailer and asked me what the price of some tires sitting outside were, as if I gave a f*ck. I'm out $100, but that's way better than I thought it would be in the middle of my freakout. I then went home and made chili in a crock pot, and I took the rest of the day off work for some macho time watching Bill Burr's first HBO Special. Once again, I had one of those days where my pimpmones were flowin'!
Can I even talk about bridesmaids and pimpmones in the same post?
~RoB
Clearly that guy's joint was medical… The amount of out in the open weed in the bay area really surprised me when I was there (in retrospect, it probably shouldn't have). Glad you're car wasn't anything major, keep up the blogging. I am thoroughly enjoying it.
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