Last night, I went to see The Time Traveler's Wife.

Yeah.  I admit it.  And it was pretty much as bad as you'd expect.  But I read the book, so I just had to see it, you know?

Fortunately, we caught the Eric-Bana-is-sometimes-really-hot-and-sometimes-sorta-eh show just around the corner from Rush Street, so we grabbed a cocktail on the upstairs patio post-film.  So much to discuss: how much we love Rachel McAdams, how little chemistry she has with Eric Bana, the weird, creepy special effect of him fading away during each time traveling episode.  Really.  A simple "poof" would have sufficed.

Before I go into the above cocktail, though, I feel like I need to mention that the popcorn seasoning situation at the Pacific Theater in Culver City is primo.  R. sprinkled her kernels with garlic and parmeasan and I tasted it.  And it was pretty damn awesome.  I, of course, stuck to a Slurpy.  You know how I love those.

Anyway, she ordered well at Rush Street too, choosing the above Pear Flower cocktail with Grey Goose La Poire Vodka, St. Germain, Fresh Lemon & Lime Juice and a Splash of Grapefruit.  So so so good.  You know how pear jelly beans are awesome?  Yeah.  It's like that.

I knew Rush Street had the best tater tots EVER, but this whole pear cocktail sitch was a new revelation.  If only I could travel back in time and drink more of them.  Maybe Eric Bana can teach me? 

POOF.

xo – N.