At least twice an episode of Friday Night Lights, I taste my salty girly tears because this show is Just. Aces. They nail every single aspect of what an addictive, engaging and honest television show should be. We have been yelling at everybody we know to get in on this, since we watched the first season on DVD at a break neck speed. (There really is no better way to catch up on a show than on DVD – greedy, breathless back-to-back commercial-free.. As long as you can avoid spoilers it is such a luxury. See: the first season of Lost, all of The Wire and Nip/Tuck before it got terrible.) Not only is there fantastic writing that has handled the graceful exits and entrances of beloved characters with no bumps at all, there truly is, in a very HSN way, something for everybody. Sports, good looking girls and guys (Riggins, holla!) relationships to envy, funny sidekicks, great music, cinematography that feels like you’re spying, and even a Grandma that I hated one episode and loved the next. The most potent proof this show is worth this gushing endorsement is this simple fact: Nuv & I both love it. That’s nothing short of a miracle because other than marrying each other, we have never agreed on anything. (Season 4 is airing now on DIRECTV, and on NBC in Summer 2010)
So, last Boxing Day, we wandered into Nood’s 50% off sale. At the very back of the store were these white towels. THE most insanely soft, freshly sheared lamb-like towels that made me want to cannonball right into them over and over. Instead, I bought a full set and promptly folded them and didn’t use them for a year. They were too good. Too pretty. At least with a fancy bottle of alcohol or an outfit, there are special occasions to bust them out for. What special bathing holiday is there? There is none. So, they sat, guarded and precious in the laundry room, until a house guest accidentally busted one out. Oh, haha… cool. I am very proud of myself for not grabbing the rest and hiding with them in the bathtub weeping forever.
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I had the apartment to myself. Unheard of. I could do or watch or dance party anything I wanted. All me, all the time, for a few hours. So, I put on the movie that Nuv would not have watched with me even if Superman and Prince had cameos – Precious. It is getting great reviews and yes, it is all that they say it is; even Mariah Carey kills it in a little dumpy role. It is, also devastating and uncomfortable and nothing gets better. (Also, hands up, who hates watching people throw up in movies?) So, even though it feels like recommending Schindler’s List or getting double bounced on a trampoline, you really should see it.
Spreading faster than an overblown flu, is this season’s most amazing smell – that of the mulled cider hot toddy. (The term ‘hot toddy’– also responsible for getting this now stuck in my head, for all you that watched tv after school in the 90’s.) Basically, you take a few jugs of that really good organic apple juice (I choose the jugs because in my head they = Kentucky back woods hootenanny’s and all the other scary red States I’m dying to road trip through) and gently bubble it on your stove’s back burner for a few hours with some cinnamon sticks, orange slices poked through with cloves, and lemon slices. It smells heavenly, is so easy, and when you pour it over a glug of bourbon, suddenly the stress of the holidays vanishes in a fragrant poof! Make this stuff immediately.
You’d think this time of year the ditty most floating through my head and driving me mad would be Christmas-y. Not so much. It’s the first line from 50 Cent’s new track, “Have a baby by me baby and be a millionaire.” It’s the only good part of this track and me, the whitest puritan girl I know, can’t get it out of my head. Is it the repetition of the word ‘baby,’ the promised riches, the bullet-holed drawl? No clue. It’s not even my most favourite ridiculous line of his. That honour goes to, “I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love, so come give me a hug.” (If music had a points system, this would get 100 points for boy honesty and hardness.) Speaking of sex and shameless plugs, when Nuv was onstage with Anami at his CD release party (see pics here), I MAY have yelled out a few 100 times, “I FUCK THAT GUY!” Classy? No. I was just really drunk excited.
