One of my goals for the Christmas vacation---ie: the ten days in December I spent at my parents' house in San Diego, eating cheese just as quickly as my mother could buy it---was to teach myself iMovie.
Goals! On vacation! I know! What is the world coming to? But man cannot live by back issues of Us Weekly alone, turns out, even when those back issues of Us Weekly are substituted with HGTV marathons and late morning lie-ins, and so eventually, when slothfulness had lost its charm, I decided to tackle my Christmas vacation goal and make iMovie my bitch.
"What are you doing?" asked my sister.
"I am making iMovie my bitch," I answered.
And friends, that is exactly what I did. Eh, well, sort of. I am definitely still a beginner, as you will soon see, but boy, does it feel good to have learned another skill. File that one next to finding lost contact lenses and driving stick! The world is my oyster! Need a person to hunt for that Acuvue Daily you just dropped, drive you to the opthamologist in a Jeep, and then make a movie about the whole thing? I'M YOUR GIRL.
So here is my debut offering on iMovie, which is basically just a whole bunch of clips we took with our brand new Flip while we were on our honeymoon, but I'm sort of proud of it anyway. Plus it makes me happy to watch it, because while you might not be able to see it with the naked eye, I can assure you that there is an enormous bubble of relief over my head in pretty much every one of these clips, and it says, with the caps lock button on, OH THANK GOD I NEVER HAVE TO PLAN A WEDDING AGAIN.
Music is Miles From Minnesota by The Lower 48. Don't you wish it had been called Miles From California instead? Or Miles From San Francisco? Or Miles From.....Somewhere That Actually Has Significance To Us? Man, that would have been perfect. I mean, I guess we WERE miles from Minnesota. You know, technically and all. But still.