Movie night

Monday night, heretofore designated as Corona night, has been re-classified. As of a week or two ago, the evening following that dreaded first-day-of-the-workweek is now movie night. Instead of Corona, it's popcorn and Coca-cola. All the escapism without the hangover the next day.

That was the problem with Corona night. All the day's tensions were dissolved into that bottle of beer avec lime--well, several such bottles. By 10 o'clock, I was, as they say, "feelin' no pain". But as 'they' are also wont to say, "what goes up must come down". So come Tuesday morning, I wasn't necessarily feeling pain, but something closer to pain than to the euphoria of the night before. Off-kilter. Left of center. Outa whack. As far as the workaday world goes, it made Tuesday a day to just sorta fight through.

With movie night on Monday, I may not feel quite as "good" without a couple beers in me, but I sure as hell feel better the next morning. And Tuesday usually goes down easier than Monday, if only by virtue of the fact that you're already a day down in your workweek.

The Paper was last night's feature. A Ron Howard film, with a great cast: Michael Keaton, Robert Duvall, Glenn Close, Marisa Tomei et al, about a day in the life of folks working for a newspaper in New York City. This week, movie night has extended to Tuesday, and tonight's cinematic fare was an old flick from 1981 called Fort Apache-the Bronx. Paul Newman, Ed Asner, Ken Wahl, and a very foxy and boobalicious Pam Grier. Great stuff.

So movie night is helping me get through the workweek, or at least 2/5 of it. All the escapism without the hangover. I may just keep the tradition going, at least until I get tired of popcorn and Coca-cola. And movies.