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Friday, November 19, 2010

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

I got into Houston last night for a ten day Thanksgiving extravaganza that will involve, yes, planes, trains, and automobiles (yes, the el counts as a train).  I keep wondering to myself "what was I thinking planing this long ass trip that will involve eleven hours in a minivan in a 72 hour period knowing how pregnant I would be at this point?" but it's too late for that, because it is happening.  

I came to Houston for a few days where my mom and sister are throwing me a baby shower, then we (me, Michael, my sister, and parents) grab the car bingo and load into a minivan and drive five hours to Shreveport, Louisiana for Thanksgiving, then a day later we drive another six hours to spend the rest of the weekend in Austin.    

Since I used it for my title, I feel like I should mention a thing or two about "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles," the movie.  I saw this for the first time last year and didn't love it like I thought I would, although every scene with those two jamokes in the car together while it falls apart (and John Candy gets his jacket stuck on the seat) is pretty hilarious.  Anyway, not only is the movie as a whole not as funny as I want it to be, but I actually watched the final five minutes in tears.  Ugly face, hysterical tears.  And I was not pregnant when I saw it.  I am fully aware of how embarrassing it is to say the sentence, "I bawled my eyes out at the end of "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles", but let me be clear (and throw out a spoiler alert) - that is one of the saddest movie endings ever.  One minute Steve Martin and John Candy are driving the wrong way on the highway and the next thing you know, John Candy's wife is dead???  For real?  He has nowhere to go on Thanksgiving and his wife, who he goes on and on about how in love with her he is, has been dead for fifteen years?  I'll take a "Jingle All The Way" ending any day over that final depressing moment.  I mean, hello!  Arnold Schwarzenegger is an awesome dad and Turboman?  And he punches a reindeer in the face?  Happy Holidays to me!  

I'll throw up a few posts while I'm down south so this isn't the last you'll hear from me.  I hope everyone has a happy Thanksgiving, that I don't catch shingles from my aunt who is preparing the meal, and that I don't go into early labor on any of the aforementioned modes of transportation I'll be taking over the next ten days.    

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