Just like me, they went to see Closer

Last night I went out to a movie with Chris. We cleverly managed to show up at the same theatre as everyone else we know, at the same time. Please note the cleverly punny post title. It's a song, people! A song. And we got lost on the way, for we are big pinners, and were forced to see Closer instead of Kinsey, which was sold out. The girl at the box office remarked helpfully of Closer, "There's lots of sex in that one!" Thanks for shouting that, Box Office Girl. Now give us the tickets. And she was wrong: there is almost no sex at all in Closer, just four people talking incessantly about sex, for an hour and a half. Fascinating in a way, but also wearying. Just go see a therapist, characters! After the movie, we went back to our normal nerve centre, 10th Glen, and sat talking for several hours and then I started falling asleep all over the place and left. Although I did meet three cool people, friends of Chris and Jesus Ian's from high school. I think.

In other news, Katie is coming to visit me. (!!!) She'll be here next weekend, and should expect to be dragged around and shown off to everyone. "Here is my brilliant and charming friend Katie. She's going to be a vet, and she's from Al Birda, just like me! Love her, for she is fabulous!" We are going to have SO MUCH FUN. Eat your Wheaties, Katie. Also, less excitingly, my wisdom teeth are coming in. Indra's started coming in a few days ago, and mine followed suit. I had forgotten what teething feels like.