The other day I was supposed to hang with my boy P, who I haven’t seen in months and months.  I showed up @ his place and the boy wasn’t there — sigh.  Who DOES that, dude?  Seriously, how do you invite somebody over to yer place to chill and then yu not be there?  IT sort of makes it impossible to hangout when only one of us showsup.  But whatever, P is a cool kid and I just told myself that he was off donating blood or teaching blind orphans how to save baby whales.  Anyway, I stopped by the movies to kill some time and ended up blacking out just as I got to the ticket booth.  When I came to, I was sitting in the theater with popcorn and a Big Gulp.  I don’t know how it happened but somehow I’d bought a ticket to Maid in Manhattan, the new, crapass Jennifer Lopez vehicle. 

My weakness for ensemble-oriented, working-class comedies goes back — way back to my childhood.  i always knew what it was like to be a middle-class kid with like, B-list shit and parents who only had one car… these real-ppl movies speak to me.  And yes, The J.Lo, despite her diva thing, kind of appealed to me.  Don’t get me wrong, I know she’s a horrfic actress, I know she cannot sing for shit (hew new “Jennie from the Block” song makes me want to beat my face against a wall), and I know that she has single-handedly spawned just a little bit of hatred for Puerto Ricans in all of our hearts (admit it)… but I cannot fight it, I cannot fight the power of The J.Lo.  The fact that the movie is set in New York with hotel maids as the main characters only intensified the spell I was under… I simply HAD to go see this shit.  This is really all P’s fault, if yu wanna know the truth, b/c he wasn’t home.  And also we should blame The J.Lo, too.  Damn them both.    I’m so uncool.   

If anybody asks me, I’d just gonna lie and say I went to see Star Trek.