I was able to treat myself to a solo movie night a couple weeks back. Midnight in Paris was such a treat, in the midst of my summer-vacation uber-mama days, filled with snacks, lethargy, sunscreen, and fending off repeated queries for the Wii...Wii now? Wii later? Wii when?
Instead, for two hours I soaked my senses with Paris and magical realism and bad Hemingway and cobblestone streets and cafe chairs.
Oh, and Marion Cotillard in this dress. Or any of her dresses, really. Swoon.