I think it's appropriate to blog about Julie & Julia.

I'm sitting enjoying a lovely glass of Bougogne Blanc while Sam is chopping onions for our bean stew. Today we saw the 2 p.m. show of Julie and Julia and I'm just coming down from the grace of it all. All they had to do was show Meryl as Julia in a Paris Bistro and I started crying. What a delightful film. I thought the Julie character was whiney, but there had to be some contrast to the elegance. Really a joy.

We left the movie theater and there was a line that should have turned the corner. Instead, movie lovers were actually standing in the street. Not on the curb, but standing in line in the middle of the road. The middle of the road in Brooklyn. In the road. Standing. I stood there and faced them and announced "people, I think it would be really great if, instead of standing in the road, we moved the line so that it curved around the corner." And they did. Someone had to tell them.

Wow. And I thought I was self-absorbed.