6 Thoughts
1) I spent the morning in the Everglades, the evening in South Beach, and then came home late to watch the Heat lose a tightly contested, well-played game to The Despicable Brandon Roy and the Trailblazers. I am exhausted, and there is no one else on Earth I hate losing more to than The Despicable Brandon Roy, so let's mostly skip basketball and talk about South Beach. Oh, and the movie She's Just Not that Into You.
2) Before we get to that stuff, we should mention that The Despicable Brandon Roy and Dwyane Wade each led their team with 28 points. The Despicable Roy, however, was ultra-efficient, scoring his 28 on 11-14 shooting, including 5-5 threes. Wade, on the other hand, was positively Iversonian, with a 13-31 shooting night. Let's give credit where credit is due - The Despicable Roy outplayed Dwyane tonight. And by "giving credit where credit is due," we mean that we hope he breaks his ankle at practice tomorrow...
3) Oh, and one more thing. I just want to say, when no one believed in Quentin Richardson, when everyone laughed at him, thought he had eaten his way out of the league, and mocked him when he was traded four times this offseason, Dos Minutos had his back. I couldn't have been more thrilled when Miami acquired him - he is just funny, and anyone 6'4" (in the booty) with mad post-up skills, and a penchant for high-volume, low-percentage three point shooting, is okay in my book. Tonight, just another night in the QRich Diaries: exceeded The Despicable Roy's 5-5 threes with 7-7 of his own. All you can eat from the three point line for the Pres...
4) Okay, South Beach. Hung with with Dos readers TFY, X, and Thor. Good night, ate a Colombian hot dog (topped with fried onions and 'pink sauce'), and drank Passionfruit mojitos. Spent four minutes explaining to the bartender at the Winter Haven that X is one of the country's foremost transportation experts (cars, planes, mass transit, pod systems - you name it, he knows about it), and then encouraged her to ask him a question, any question, about transportation to verify. Drew only the blankest of stares from her. Either I'm not as charming as I think I am, or she didn't speak English. Or, both!
5) Highlight of the night, clearly, was when Thor noticed that the boutique across from the restaurant, La Ventana, on Washington Ave, was called "Sassy Assy." Unfortunately, closed, although the sign claimed that it should be open on Sunday evenings. It was super chilly in South Florida today - mid 60s at best - so maybe they closed up early, assuming no one needed a Brazilian-cut bikini with a fur ball hanging down over the bottom, roughly approximating, well, you know...Thor took several pictures, so if he emails me one, I'll post it here - seems like relevant information for all Dos readers. Ladies, I don't know where you get your Brazilian-cut bikinis, but you could a lot worse than "Sassy Assy." A lot worse. And, yes, Giselle, this means you...
6) Okay, because The Notebook wasn't on tv last night, had to watch He's Just Not That into You. First of all, full disclosure - I am more familiar with the movie about my own life, She Thinks You Are a Giant Ass. So I was really looking forward to a different perspective. In the film, several stories are intertwined. One, Ben Affleck refuses to marry Jennifer Aniston, on the premise that marriage is a meaningless institution, and leaves her when she pushes him. After she breaks down and takes him back, acknowledging that marriage is a meaningless institution, he offers to marry her, and she quickly accepts. Two, dreamy Bradley Cooper cheats on his wife Jennifer Connolly, significantly upgrading to Scarlett Johansson. In the end, they both dump him, but while they end up alone, he seems perfectly happy moving on to other pursuits and, in fact, hated being married to Jennifer Connolly anyways, who seemed a bit dour (in this movie, as well as in life). Three, the little Mac dude from the commercials where he is constantly torturing the PC guy, is mean throughout the whole movie to some young ingenue whom I've not seen before, and who has a really bad haircut. The Mac dude, who appears to be about 5'4", weaselly, and annoying, eventually ends up with her anyways, even after acting like a dick for two hours. Finally, Eric from Entourage, or as M.Minutos likes to call him, "the most insufferable human being alive," gets shot down - hard - by ScarJo (the movie's emotional highpoint for me). But even he is able to rebound with Drew Barrymore, still a cute woman, though perhaps she has lost a little something off her fastball. Needless to say, I loved this movie! It is the most male-centric chick-flick of all-time. It's like Tiger Woods wrote the script! Not only that, the scene on the sailboat when Ben Affleck and Bradley Cooper smile contentedly at each other, basking in their own hotness (-es?), made me feel all warm and glow-y inside. Not sure what that means, other than: I don't think I'll be watching The Notebook anymore!
