Let the right one in / Let the old dreams die

Der husband and I did not get a chance to go out over the weekend due to a coalescence of unfortunate happenstance, so we rescheduled for brunch today. We are going to see "Let the Right One In" over at the Living Room Theater and have brunch. I have to say, one of my favorite things about Portland is the abundance of theaters that allow for liquor and food. This particular theater is a little on the pricey side, but on Mondays and Tuesdays all matinee tickets are $5, and they have these delicious sugar & spice nuts that I adore. The film is Swedish and has gotten rave reviews, so David and I are hopeful that it is going to turn out to be one of the better vampire movies made in the last five years or so. This is not really difficult with movies like "Twilight" and "Underworld II" rounding out that category. I am convinced, btw, that the film's title came from a Morrissey song, "Let the Right One Slip In."

And when at last it does,
I'd say you were within your rights to bite
the right one and say, "What kept you so long?"
"What kept you so long?"

Given that we are going on a brunch date, I decided to bust out my bottle of New Haarlem, because nothing says brunch date like smelling like coffee, patchouli, and vanilla.  I generally think of New Haarlem as a fall kind of scent, but we've been having a lot of fall-ish days lately, with clear skies, bright sun, and chilly weather. No pretty leaves, but that didn't stop me from making myself some mulled cranberry juice last night while I was working on my paper for wills & trusts. I also find that whenever I have a lot of time pressured work to do, is the time when I feel a desperate need to start sampling like crazy. Last night, I retested a few items to get a firmer hand on them for reviews. Expect those to come soon.

Until then, I hope you all are having a lovely Presidents’ Day. And if you're reading out there, give me a little shout out in the comments, and tell me: what perfume do you think is most "presidential"? Personally, I like the irony of Domenico Caraceni's Ivy League, especially because it was designed as a unisex and smells like it goes with a sleek, modestly expensive suit regardless of the sex of the body in it. Unfortunately, I am so personally trapped in my image of the president as some old dude (our current brilliant and youthful President Obama notwithstanding) that I just keep thinking "Old Spice." To that end, here's a hilarious Old Spice ad featuring B-movie star Bruce Campbell: