I watched The Hangover this weekend. F’n hilarious.
I realize that you all knew this already, because you actually see movies in a timely manner. But I thought I would throw my two cents in, regardless.
I never did mention that I saw Public Enemies on its opening weekend. That is rather noteworthy, since I rarely see films on their opening weekend…or even in like, their first month of release. But, you know…I make exceptions for movies wherein Johnny Depp plays a depression-era gangster.
There were hats involved, people. Johnny Depp, hats and Tommy guns.
*ahem*
Give me a minute.
Where was I? Oh…yeah, so that movie was good, too. It wasn’t as good as I’d hoped it would be, but I wasn’t disappointed that I spent the $37 or whatever the hell it cost to go see it in an actual theater. That’s saying something, right?
Standing in line for popcorn was such an excruciating experience that it turned hilarious. Liz and I were laughing hysterically along with the couple in front of us and I ended up telling the brain dead gal behind the counter that it was probably against the rules for her to smoke weed on her break.
In other news…I went out to a bar Friday night (I know – shocker!) to see my bro-in-law’s band play. The place they played was only like 15 minutes away from my home, so it was difficult to say no when my redheaded sister asked me to meet her there. I had fun, despite the fact that it was approximately 8,000 degrees in that place. I also had a good chicken taco, which in my mind is cause for major celebration.
My love for the chicken taco knows no bounds.
I was home early, but not early enough to be OK with the fact that the alarm went off at 6:30am Saturday. As I have mentioned, The Old Man has to work Saturdays. Which means, I don’t get to sleep in, either. Which sucks the big nut, but is not really my point, here.
My collegiate nephew was in town this weekend, so the fan damily got together on Saturday at my folks’ place. It was nice to see him, of course, and the fam is always a kick to hang with.
For reasons unknown to anyone but her, my brunette sister gave me two salt cellars from the 30’s. I collect salt cellars, you see, especially antique ones. So yay for me! An early birthday, I guess.
Not that I really need to speed up the aging process.
Today, despite the fact that I had a lot of plans which included such exciting tasks as cleaning bathrooms and grocery shopping, I am sitting in bed. I’m trying to write but am getting more reading done than anything. I am also waiting for The Old Man to leave. Not that I want him gone, precisely; but he did tell me he was going to hang out with his buddy today and I thought I would have the house to myself. I like those days when I have the house to myself and as it is already almost 1:00pm, I am starting to feel jipped.
Um…In truth, it would appear that I really have nothing to say. I think I am trying to kick-start the writing with his here blog entry.
Based on the content of said blog entry, I’m not at all sure it’s working.
I realize that you all knew this already, because you actually see movies in a timely manner. But I thought I would throw my two cents in, regardless.
I never did mention that I saw Public Enemies on its opening weekend. That is rather noteworthy, since I rarely see films on their opening weekend…or even in like, their first month of release. But, you know…I make exceptions for movies wherein Johnny Depp plays a depression-era gangster.
There were hats involved, people. Johnny Depp, hats and Tommy guns.
*ahem*
Give me a minute.
Where was I? Oh…yeah, so that movie was good, too. It wasn’t as good as I’d hoped it would be, but I wasn’t disappointed that I spent the $37 or whatever the hell it cost to go see it in an actual theater. That’s saying something, right?
Standing in line for popcorn was such an excruciating experience that it turned hilarious. Liz and I were laughing hysterically along with the couple in front of us and I ended up telling the brain dead gal behind the counter that it was probably against the rules for her to smoke weed on her break.
In other news…I went out to a bar Friday night (I know – shocker!) to see my bro-in-law’s band play. The place they played was only like 15 minutes away from my home, so it was difficult to say no when my redheaded sister asked me to meet her there. I had fun, despite the fact that it was approximately 8,000 degrees in that place. I also had a good chicken taco, which in my mind is cause for major celebration.
My love for the chicken taco knows no bounds.
I was home early, but not early enough to be OK with the fact that the alarm went off at 6:30am Saturday. As I have mentioned, The Old Man has to work Saturdays. Which means, I don’t get to sleep in, either. Which sucks the big nut, but is not really my point, here.
My collegiate nephew was in town this weekend, so the fan damily got together on Saturday at my folks’ place. It was nice to see him, of course, and the fam is always a kick to hang with.
For reasons unknown to anyone but her, my brunette sister gave me two salt cellars from the 30’s. I collect salt cellars, you see, especially antique ones. So yay for me! An early birthday, I guess.
Not that I really need to speed up the aging process.
Today, despite the fact that I had a lot of plans which included such exciting tasks as cleaning bathrooms and grocery shopping, I am sitting in bed. I’m trying to write but am getting more reading done than anything. I am also waiting for The Old Man to leave. Not that I want him gone, precisely; but he did tell me he was going to hang out with his buddy today and I thought I would have the house to myself. I like those days when I have the house to myself and as it is already almost 1:00pm, I am starting to feel jipped.
Um…In truth, it would appear that I really have nothing to say. I think I am trying to kick-start the writing with his here blog entry.
Based on the content of said blog entry, I’m not at all sure it’s working.
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