  What cruel irony that on the first sunny day we've seen after a week of heavy, solid rain here in Houston, I don't even want to look at the sunlight through the window. A drink before going out, drinks at dinner, and drinks through the movie (love that at Angelika! ) have me still paying the price for Valentines celebrations. We ended up seeing Lost in Translation , which was a fun, quirky trip through Tokyo, but certainly not the movie I'd recommend if you've been drinking. About half way through my buzz fell away and my eyes felt very heavy. I thought about getting a coffee or another drink, but I didn't want to miss whatever we were waiting for when it finally happened. I wish I'd known in advance this was an experience movie, not a something happens movie. It's a funny thing when your friends read your blog.
We were out last night with friends Leeward and Marianne, and after dinner but before the movie, Leeward asked if our night out was proving to be sitter worthy! From my point of view, just wearing the sexy new bustier my mom and I found last week was sitter worthy. I felt very Carrie Bradshaw meets Christina Agulera--I let the dangly hose hooks fall over my black pinstripe pants. It was a purplish pink, which showed itself clearly underneath my thin cotten eyelet fitted oxford, as well as through the ample cleavage I gained by not nursing Ella very much yesterday afternoon. But yes, I think the night was sitter worthy. After finding out Marrakech and the Scott Gertner Sky Bar were booked, we decided to go low key with the restaurant and eat at the Hobbit.
It was a wise choice, we didn't have to wait for a table at all, and nobody had to eat meat. The movie was good, I had total culture shock from my week in Japan. I think the Revolution will not be Televised might have been a better choice since it is probably more action-packed, while keeping with our desire for frontal lobe stimulation. Plus it's a lot shorter. I'm going to try to go see that sometime soon. 
