A Conversation with A Friend

This is what a typical conversation is like in my so-called life. This is not verbatim, but it’s pretty freaking close.

My friend: I think we should pretend you had a horrible breakup so we can have one of those “watch-terrible-chick-flicks-and-eat-tons-of-ice-cream-and-not-feel-guilty” nights.

Me: ….

My friend: what??? we get to have an emotional night, but you get to be the brokenhearted one, ok?

Me: Why I am the heart broken one?

My friend: Because I was the last time.

Me: Ah, we take turns?

My friend: Well I can’t always be brokenhearted, can I? According to some people I don’t even have a heart!

Me: Same here!

My friend: Do you want me to take this round? I can get emoti0nal if I get ice cream for it.

Me: No, I’ll do it. I feel like crying for no reason anyways.

My friend: Maybe it should be both of us this time. Do you want Gregorio or can I have him?

[side note: Gregorio was the imaginary Italian boyfriend we created in middle school. Yeah, I know.]

Me: You can have Gregorio. I’ll sob about Paulo

[side note part deux: there is no story for Paulo. It’s just an attractive name]

My friend: Ok good, because I get confused. Yay! I’ll make a playlist and we can come up with a list of movies.

Me: Yay!!! Some new films, not just our stand-bys

My friend: I agree. How about Dirty Dancing?

Me: Yes! I’ve heard Barefoot in the Park is good.

My friend: Let’s add it to the list.

Me: What about Love Story?

My friend: I haven’t heard of it, but let’s give it a try.  After all, we are broken hearted hormonial teen girls

Me: True, true. It’s from the 70s. It may be on Netflix

My friend: I have a whole category of romantic movies on there.

Me: Bam! Good idea!

My friend: We will be spontaneous.

Me: But not about ice cream.

My friend: Of course not! That is sacred.

Me:  Amen!

My friend: Oh, and I bought some cookies for the party [another party, not the break-up, ice cream one], the closest to jammy dodgers I could find.

Me: Oooooh could we do fish fingers and custard???

[side note trois: both jammy dodgers and fish fingers and custard are foods from the British show Doctor Who, of which we are fans. This might explain the rest of this conversation.]

My friend: Ah! we need to!

Me:I think the custard is a weird British type though…

My friend:  Yeah it is. I don’t know where to get it.

Me: Um, there used to be a British tea shop in the area. Or we could just use American custard

My friend: No, I’m sure it tastes different.

Me: I’ve made custard from scratch before…

My friend: Then we should just do that, and while making it speak in English accents so it’d be British.

Me: Perfect!

Doctor What?

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As anyone who has followed my blog for long can vouch, I’m a pretty big fan of Doctor Who. The remarkable thing about that is this: Until yesterday, I’d only seen season 1, part of 2, part of 3, and a tiny bit of 5. Without Netflix, Who fans in America are a bit hard pressed to find a way to watch the show. But fortunately for me, one of my best friends is also obsessed with the show and was on the EXACT SAME EPISODE as me. Add the fact that she has a Netflix and BAM! Instant awesome. And also, she’s now my best BEST friend.

So, last night, we went on an epic Fred Meyer raid to get ice cream as stage 1 of our Doctor Who-athan. That was tricky. So many flavors… We decided to get cherry vanilla, but were stuck between mint and Oreo, when something miraculous happened- Oreo mint.  Having acquired the necessary supplies, we retuned to base (i.e her living room) and settled in for a looooong night.

 SPOILER ALERT! I want to write my opinion of what I saw, but don’t want to give anything away to the poor souls like me who are epically behind in the series. This spoiler alert covers seasons 2 and 3.

So first off, the chemistry between David Tennant’s Doctor and Rose was nowhere near the chemistry of Christopher Eccleston and Rose. Still though, they had a connection. That made it really hard to deal with the “death” of Rose, even though I knew that she was going to have to leave at some point. I’m grateful that the writers allow the Doctor to show grief about Rose, though. I was a little worried that they’d breeze over that and have him forget her.

On that same train of thought, Donna was annoying. I’m not looking forward to her return in future seasons. Martha is fun, bright, and can be sweet, but it’s annoying how she keeps trying to take Rose’s place in the Doctor’s life. He loved Rose.  He likes Martha, however the two relationships aren’t comparable.

There’s a lot more I could say but I’m right in middle of an epic plot twist involving the Doctor’s “humanity” and I have to go.

Oh wait! One more thing. My friend is a Dalek sympathizer. She gets all giddy every time they appear on the screen. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if she wants the Daleks to win…

Allon-sy!