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Almost Famous

I was home sick yesterday. There is something to be said for staying in bed sleeping all day. My Girlfriend took good care of me, making lunch, doing laundry and napping with me. After lunch we decided to watch a movie.

Usually she is suspect (which she should be) of my movie choices. My favorites include Dumb and Dumber, Old School, Anchor Man, or the oldie-but-goodie Porky's. She, on the other hand loves Fried Green Tomatoes, Elizabeth or any movie that does not feature a nude Will Farrell.
What fun is a movie without a crack shot of Will Farrell?

Anyway, after lunch I brought up 3 movies for us to choose from "Master and Commander," (but since I was already nauseous, this was not a good choice), "Da Ali G Show"(first season, respek) and Almost Famous. We agreed that we should watch "Master and Commander" on the widescreen in the basement another day, she didn't even consider Ali G, so we decided on Almost Famous.

Sleeping through movies is pretty typical for us. I'm not sure we've ever been able to stay awake through a film. She just loves to sleep and due to my advanced age, any place dark and warm puts me out. I had no confidence that we'd actually see the movie. Earlier in the day, we'd both slept through "Garden State". So I go ahead and put in the DVD, adjust the sound and jump back in bed. Much to my surprise, we made it though and she ENJOYED it!

It's all happening......

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