I woke up this morning, a headache pulsing, low and threatening, at the base of my skull.
I had big plans for today involving the beach and a blanket and a bucket of fish and chips. Instead I ate cold leftover lasagna for breakfast (and then lunch). I took three baths in my tiny tub. I had two naps. Nothing touched the pain. In fact, it began to build.
I finally got out of bed around 3 pm and decided that I was going to laugh my pain away with a good dose of Bridget Jones.
So I went to the movies.
I have to tell you all: GO SEE BRIDGET JONES’S BABY!!!
It was so good to catch up with Bridget Jones. She’s all grown up now and has finally reached her goal weight, but has maintained that quirky gets-nothing-quite-right attitude that made us all fall for her in the first place.
There’s a scene at the start of the movie where she dances around her house with a large glass of wine singing all the lyrics to Jump Around that I’m fairly certain any woman living on her own will find very relate-able. (Also I may have caught myself singing along with Lily Allen’s Fuck You when the music abruptly cut off and my voice was, for a brief moment, the only sound in the theater.) The soundtrack to this movie is absolutely fantastic.
Anyways. Bridget Jones is having a baby. She just doesn’t know who the father is.
(Cue lots of jokes about sex and semen and polyamory.)
It was completely charming. And rather touching.
I liked that we are reunited with the stiff and awkward Mr Darcy who still adores Bridget and still can’t quite acknowledge it. I fucking love Mr Darcy. I liked Jack, the new guy on the scene, as the open and loving match who tries to sweep her off her feet. I’m not going to spoil the ending and tell you who the father is, k?
It’s fun to find out.
I kind of wished that I’d brought my notebook to take down quotes as the movie went on but I’m sure that we’ll see lots of lines from the movie in our Pinterest quote feeds soon. I did break out my pen and jot this one down though…
Sometimes you love a person for all the reasons they’re not like you. Sometimes you love a person just because they feel like home. – Bridget Jones
This seems to be a constant refrain for me here. Looking for a love that feels like home. For someone who fits in that way. For someone who wants to have me (and keep me).
It takes a long time and lots of effort to know whether or not you want a person enough to keep them. There’s always a risk.
It takes Bridget Jones until 43 to find home.
In conclusion? I’m in my jammies now and the pain has migrated to the front of my face and filled the tissues of my upper back and shoulders. Tonight is gonna suck. But at least I got to see BJ’s Baby?!
This song is dedicated to my head:
(Warning, do not play with children in the room.)