We watched Julie & Julia last night.* I'm inspired and have decided to embark upon my own like-minded blogging project: Over the course of the next year, I will drink my way through the legendary Mr. Boston: Official Bartender's and Party Guide—1400+ drink recipes in 365 days.** And I will blog the entire experience: the triumphs, the failures, the ugly (booze induced) marital spats, and of course the vomiting—lots and lots of maraschino cherry and grenadine infused vomiting. Stay tuned. (Maybe they'll make a movie!)
* Thumbnail review: The Julia part was lovely—Meryl Streep as Julia Child, Stanley Tucci as Paul, beautifully filmed and acted, they conveyed a warm and affectionate lifelong love that was a delight to watch. The Julie part was an insufferable train wreck—the squalid melodramas of a neurotic narcissist "finding herself" through cooking and blogging. In this case, "finding herself" consisted of little more than finding a book deal and a larger audience for her neurotic narcissism. Blech!
** Not really. My liver would never forgive me.