Everything I Need To Know I Learned In the Trailers.

Living in a mob town has it's benefits. Other than the plethora of concrete and brick fortresses, there is the food. Ohhh the food. Last night my man and I had a long overdue date night. We went to my favourite m-town italian eatery, nestled behind the main drag of the downtown core. It's a terracotta and wrought iron palace. The ceilings are clad with murals and the tables are double draped with buttery linens. I couldn't wait to get into the menu. All of the food is prepared with authentic italian hands from bare bones. It just doesn't get any better than this. There is just one small problem. About a month ago my daughter came to me and said, "look mamma, I broke your glasses." Needless to say they're still broken and I don't dare bring out the coke bottles from grade seven. Rather than read the menu through a hand-made pinhole, I asked the waiter if they still had my favourite appetizer; mussles drowned in a diced roma and red wine sauce with hot peppers. Yes. And I sopped it all up with chunks of muffuletta. Now the main dish is one that I don't eat often lest I might start to resemble one. Gnocchi. But not just any Gnocchi. This is Gnocchi alla Gorgonzolla. And the boy had his favourite, Pennette all' Arrabbiata, because everything he eats must be spicy. Sometimes I swear he'd put habaneros in his cereal if that weren't a completely disgusting thing to do.

As dreamy as dinner was, it was merely a prelude...to the most awesome movie ever! Praise be to 8lb 6oz baby jesus. I won't say anymore in the unfortunate case that you haven't seen it yet.

But before the movie even began there were the trailers. The trailers that I usually hate. I take it all back. If it weren't for trailers I may never have known this. And why hadn't I ever heard of the genious that is Sacha Baron Cohen before? Am I a social leper? I suck when it comes to patience, so I'm not quite sure how to cope until this movie is released in the fall. Any suggestions?