Last night Hubby Tony and I had a nice but low-key evening. It's been many years since we've done the dinner/dance/noisemakers and bottle of champagne with hundreds of other people at midnight routine. I don't miss that craziness, but I enjoy the dressing up part. That's been missing the past few years, so I decided this year was going to be different.
I couldn't get too crazy, though, because our first activity of the night was going to Mass. No decolletage! After spending some time rummaging around in my closet, I started my outfit with a pair of black jeans. The first top I chose (hot pink satin with cap sleeves and a bow accented with rhinestones) was too tight after a week of holiday overindulging, so I changed into an amethyst-colored stretch velvet shirt with a swirly metallic glitter pattern. I fancied my hair up a little, added a pair of dangling crystal earrings, and I was ready to go.
After Mass we had a good Italian dinner, then drove to the movie theater and purchased our tickets for War Horse. There was enough time to get frozen custard at a nearby by-the-ounce place before the previous showing finished, but we were waiting in line to get our seats as soon as the theater was clean.
There were several movies we'd considered for our big night, but I think we made a great choice. From the movie's Website:
From director Steven Spielberg comes “War Horse,” an epic adventure for audiences of all ages. Set against a sweeping canvas of rural England and Europe during the First World War, “War Horse” begins with the remarkable friendship between a horse named Joey and a young man called Albert, who tames and trains him. When they are forcefully parted, the film follows the extraordinary journey of the horse as he moves through the war, changing and inspiring the lives of all those he meets — British cavalry, German soldiers, and a French farmer and his granddaughter — before the story reaches its emotional climax in the heart of No Man’s Land.The movie had some pretty emotional scenes. At one point I needed a Kleenex and didn't have any in my purse. I found out that my sparkly stretch velvet shirt was not a good substitute!