Tam and I went to see (please hold your disparaging email until the end of this thread) The Mexican this week. "What the hell was he thinking?", you may ask. To be frank, I don't know. We all have moments of weakness. When you have seen all the movies out there that you wanted to see, and the selection of new movies is small and undesirable, you sometimes make choices you regret...for a long long time. It's worse when you drag someone else with you. "It can't be that bad", I assured her. Well it can, and it was. What I realized after it was all over, and I had had a few days to workshop my anger in group, was that I only have myself to blame. Sorry Tamara, I owe you one.