You can't fool me coriander

For those of you who know me, you know that I detest Cilantro. It is a vile, disgusting, awful herb. I can't stand the taste or the smell. It sends me fleeing for my life.

It looks so innocent. Parsley-like. Put it in food and some people are ecstatic. They rave about the joyous flavour it adds to food.

I disagree.

Try having it shoved up your nose. That flavour stays there for hours. I was going to say days, but that's just an unfair exaggeration.

I went to an Afghani restaurant on Friday night for dinner. Decor was quaint. Was BYOW. No amount of wine could take away from the fact that every menu item except for the fried eggplant (that wasn't really fried) and the pumpkin had coriander. It was so sad!

My SATC2 review

Last night, I saw SATC2 with 5 other women. The vote was pretty unanimous. No one hated it. Critics sure are being harsh with the reviews, but I think that's unfair. Were they expecting Scorsese to have put this masterpiece together?

You have 4 longtime friends who are all in a rut. Enter opportunity to go on vacation. Camels, camel toes, harem pants (who looks good in harem pants? - no one), spices, Aidan. Sounds great? Sure, some of the jokes are lame and the clothing is ridiculous, but anyone who watched the show came to see just that. The porn of this movie isn't Samantha having sex all over the world, it's seeing Carrie's new closet that she shares with Big.

Liza Minnelli - I hope to dance like her when I'm her age.

Won't ruin the film for anyone who's excited to see it, but I enjoyed almost the entire thing. There's one scene (spoiler alert) - a really terrible karaoke scene. Of all the songs in the world, why on Earth did they choose "I am Woman." How cliche is that? And that's coming from me - a woman who can quote cliche's for fun.

My purse has a secret compartment

Apparently I knew about it enough to put my keys there yesterday.

That's where they were when my boyfriend showed up at the office with the extra set.

Yikes.

Just needed an excuse to write.

I've been wanting to hop back on the blogwagon for sometime now, but just wasn't sure what I would write about. Dating, been there. Movies, haven't seen one worth writing about in a while. Stupid things I do - now there's an idea.

Today, as I was getting ready to leave the office, I reached into my purse for my car keys and realized that I didn't have any. I honestly thought I had them with me, but somehow I think I left them under my portfolio in the car, but I can't see it.

I wondered if maybe someone came into the office and took my keys... But my car is in the lot. Who would steal keys without taking the car?? It's not like my address is on them... No one knows where to find me unless they get into the car. Then they would know that I have purple leather gloves, a bunch of MAC makeup to return for their recycling program and an amazing pair of high heels that I am supposed to wear to see SATC 2 tonight. Thank goodness the tickets are for the 10:05 show.

I'm back.