If, like me, you were off yesterday to celebrate the birth of good old ‘merica, well then welcome back from a mid-week break, y’all!  I have to say, I was kind of miffed about having off on a random Wednesday vs. a long weekend, but I think I’ve been swayed.  Despite the fact that I now have zero idea what day it is, it was a pretty sweet little day off.

Sitting poolside never looked so patriotic.

You’d think after 4 hours in the sun those pale little vampire legs of mine would have turned at least a shade of sun-kissed but rest assured I’m as pasty as ever.

So I never got a chance to share my thoughts with you on the cinematic splendor that is Magic Mike.  First of all, I can’t explain how hilarious the inside of that movie theater was.  Women of all ages, all sharing the same semi-uncomfortable giggles and a few unlucky boyfriends who undoubtedly got dragged there.  (And if not, their gf’s may want to reconsider some things.)  I think I said it best on instagram in that it was “awful and wonderful, all rolled into one”.  Obviously anything involving the sexualosity (new word alert) that is Channing Tatum in any form is a good thing, but watching him dance around in minimal clothing was pretty spectacular.  As was my boy Alcide (aka Joe Manganiello), and the always enjoyable Matthew McConaughey. (They even threw in a few “alright, alright, alright”‘s for us Dazed and Confused lovers).  But the story line blew and the girl they cast as the sister was horrid.  Think Kristen Stewart, but even more bland.  The highlight was definitely the single gentleman who sat directly in front of us, all by his lonesome, and then bolted out immediately after, covering his face with his baseball cap.  Where’s the fire, sir?  No shame in the MM game.

So my official opinion is that it was mostly wonderful and absolutely worth watching, but maybe just do so with the volume down and the remote handy, so you can pause and rewind as needed.  Especially if you want to dissect some of CT’s more complicated moves.  Mmm mm.

Now let’s all shake off that mid-week hangover, chug some coffee, and plow through to the weekend, shall we?  Sounds like a plan.