It’s not even a week into the new year and I’ve already broken my resolution. Oh, and it’s not NOT Drinking, that is a thing called “Juiceless January” and it’s not a resolution, it’s a lifestyle. But I also broke that, too, although I figure Juiceless January starts whenever you want because it’s not like you stop drinking when the clock strikes midnight… far from it. At 4 in the morning, January 1rst, I was sitting in my neighbours’ backyard, making sure the party fire died so the house didn’t burn down, swilling on the last cleansing Corona after a night of sparkling wine. Needless to say, I needed hair of the dog on the first AND the second….so Juiceless January starts today: January 3rd. I donated a pint of blood just to get it all started. Out with the old crap, in with the fresh hemo-cleanse.
Now I don’t really believe all this “cleansing” because you need toxins flowing inside to keep from being too precious for this filthy world. It’s the theory of homeopathy and vaccines where a bit of the poison that can kill you, will keep you protected. I had a friend who told me she drank one glass of wine a day which is the perfect amount to get a little buzz and keep the demons at bay. I was jealous of her self-restraint because I could never stop at one glass. Once I went to her house while our kids had a play date. She offered me a glass of wine and hello, of course I said yes. The two glasses she hauled out of the cabinet, no joke, were those giant ones you get in Las Vegas for those massive margaritas. I brought one back from the Frontier Hotel to keep fruit in…it holds a bunch of bananas and a box of tangerines. She poured us each “a” glass, draining a liter and a half of Jackson Triggs. I love people and their delusions.
Anyway, I broke my only new year’s resolution: Don’t worry so fucking much, all the live long day and night, 24/7. Of course the minute I tell myself NOT to worry, I worry. I pick my nails, I chew and pull my hair. Then I need a cocktail or 4. I fall asleep easily but wake up in the middle of the night, only to ruminate about my worries. It’s a vicious cycle and so the need to implement Juiceless January. If I don’t drink, at least I won’t worry about drinking.
Now I just went to see “Young Adult” which is about a crazy bitch with a drinking problem. I’m not here to review the movie *per se* because I am biased. I have two girl movie star crushes where I would unapologetically watch whatever they are in no matter how crappy of a flop according to Rotten Tomatoes. One is Cameron Diaz, and she is obviously the man in my lesbian fantasy. She is even more masculine than my butcher crush. The other is Charlize Theron. I even wanted to lick her as le monster. In “Young Adult” I can see myself in her character which made me love this film: a loner with a little dog, consumed by obsessive thoughts, deluded, hungover, and junk food crazed. I even had a dented Mini Cooper at one point in my life. And Hello Kitty!
My friend, Erin, has a blog where she describes “Time Porn” on tv, like where the characters in “Friends” have all the time in the world to hang out at the coffee shop. She went on to say “Northern Exposure” was “Geography Porn,” where the small town of Cicely, Alaska, is glorified by the charmingly whacky citizens and their antics. In reality, nobody has that much time, and small towns are usually not very diverse and full of colourful characters who embrace each other’s foibles. No, they’re usually a cloister of rednecks who will nail you to a tree if you look a little funny.
Anyway, “Young Adult” is definitely “Alcoholic Porn.” Mavis Gary (Charlize) is a hot mess. Even when she wakes up in the morning, with smudged eyes and dry mouth, she manages to make it look glamorous. Swilling hangover liquid from a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke never looked so refreshing. Matted hair and saggy-assed jeans were as chic as her tarted-up, man-hunter look. A drunken rant at her ex-boyfriend’s baby shower got a “You go, girl!” response from me. I said it out loud in the audience and other people seemed to agree: “You said it, lady!” someone in the back row hollered. The movie in the end, really makes you want to try the Star Wars bourbon and have some KFC. But alas, not during Juiceless January, I’ll have to wait til February the 3rd.
Here’s a trailer from “Young Adult.” By the way, it’s set in Mercury, Minnesota and I also think there is a thing called “Minnesota Porn” that has me wearing a Vikings hat this winter. (I’m so susceptible to all the porn of the world, maybe I need to kick the habit):