Zero Dark Thirty could be the title of my life story in about a year’s time, but it was also one of the best movies of the year by far. I had grand plans  (not unlike every other year) to see all of the Best Picture Oscar nominees and yesterday I realized I was barely over halfway there. After leaving the gym looking like a sweaty rat, I saw that Zero Dark Thirty was playing at 12, 230 and 7. Since there was no way I was missing the Patriots game and I needed to watch the Golden Globes, noon was looking like my only option. The problem here is that is was 1150am. I changed clothes without showering so now I looked like the sweaty gym lesbian in normal people clothes. Shoulda kept on the workout gear…Anyways, I made it to the theater about 10 minutes late. I hate missing previews but whatever. Then, as I’m on the phone with a guy friend, he hears me say, “Zero Dark Thirty, the one that started 15 minutes ago….for one”. He cracked up and called me a loser. What? There is nothing wrong with going to a matinee movie alone. Better than eating alone right? Well, then you have to walk into a pitch black theater alone and scan for seats. Of course this movie was packed and I had no choice but to sit in the second row that was totally empty. 2 and half hours of staring straight up and slightly to the right. Despite the poor seating situation, I didn’t care. The movie was fast-paced and truly great. It went by fast and I enjoyed every minute of it. I will admit that I think I prefer going to movies alone. Now, since it was a Sunday afternoon, there were loads of couples. Young ones, old ones, really everyone else in that movie theater was paired up in some way. So what. Solo is much more preferable to having to answer questions from the friend that doesn’t get it. Annoyingly whispering, “so who is that?” every 5 minutes. Or the friend that always takes bathroom breaks and misses crucial parts of the movie. Stop drinking pop Fuller, you’re going to wet the bed. I skirted out of there the second the screen went dark so as to avoid any possible run ins with people I know. I have that kind of luck you know. So, Jenna….you waiting on someone? Nope, not at all. Nothing to see here except someone who is Zero, Dark and nearly Thirty. I strongly recommend this one. I actually considered doing a double header because I was in that movie watching mode, but then I realized I had a playoff game to watch. Oh wait. I really don’t want to sit at home alone so I don’t feel so very alone on a Sunday. I asked my friend Jessi if she needed a pedicure and what are the chances that we were able to find the nail spa that has 4 flat screen TV’s so we can watch the Pats game AND watch Golden Globes red carpet. Now that is what I call a productive Sunday. Ohhh-ing and Ahh-ing over designer dresses and Boo-ing and Cheering during the Texans, Pats game. It’s like the girliest way to be a guy. It was pretty awesome. That’s the best Sunday I’ve had in months. Until Jamie Foxx came on the TV and Maximus started going nuts like he was some evil intruder. My dog hates other pugs and now Jamie Foxx. It’s not ok. Self-racist and now maybe really racist? He must be going blind right? I knew I’d find a way to end this one on a depressing note.