Last night, on a whim, I went to a late showing of Love Actually. I can sum up the problem with this movie thusly: TOO MANY CHARACTERS. On the movie's official website, they list 17(!!!) principal characters and there are many more speaking roles and cameos than that. With so many stories to tell, the most I knew about any of these people was whom they loved or wanted to love, and possibly their occupation. I couldn't even have told you their names! Granted, I am bad with names, but in a 2-hour movie you would think this much I'd be solid on. It wasn't even demonstrated WHY the people loved whom they did, other than sheer physical attraction. Thus, the movie prompted a few laughs and a couple tears, but it was all situational, there was no investment in the characters themselves. But other that, it was GREAT.

After the movie, I lost my virginity. I know, it was a long time coming, and it's hard to believe it took so long, but it finally happened: I got my first-ever speeding ticket. Unlike the one other time I've been pulled over (but not ticketed), the officer was not a gentlemen I'd met previously who told me he would spank me if he caught me speeding again, and was therefore somewhat eager to catch me a second time. The officer last night was kind enough to reduce the speed on the ticket so it wouldn't effect my insurance, though.

As losing one's virginity often is, the whole thing was rather disappointing and anti-climactic. I wasn't speeding away from the scene of a crime, rushing to the hospital to save a life, or in passionate haste to meet up with a lover. I wasn't even in desperate pursuit of a restroom. I was merely driving home from a movie theater 5 MINUTES from my home. How lame. Still, the jig is finally up. I expect the prostitution and drug-running to catch up with me next.