Which leads me to the renting of movies on iTunes. Weird, right? Pay $4.99 for a movie you have 24 hours to watch before it evaporates back into... thin air? If I'm ponying up the cash, I want a tangible shiny disc to show for it, goshdarnit.
Enter Friday night. Plans to drink at Dixie's (one of the less douche-y uptown bars) seem... well, not as appealing as they did an hour ago. You know, before a couple of sweaty miles on the treadmill and the discovery of an all new episode of DC Cupcakes on TLC.
So what's a girl to do when wide awake well past midnight, having already devoured the book I purchased to cure such a dilemma? (The Paris Wife, for any curious cats. Infuses Hemingway's A Moveable Feast with the fictional flavor of his first wife, Hadley). A glass of wine might do the trick... but on second thought, I don't feel like crawling out of bed... and drinking in bed seems rather alcoholic. Ah yes, a movie. And yes, that's why I've strung you along, recounting my event-less Friday night, revealing my insomniac tendencies.
It's because... I get, iTunes. I totally do.
(Annie Hall is the perfect nightcap, P.S.)