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I bought myself a ticket online last night whilst drunk, as to avoid the usual dance of will I/won't I that us depressive and antisocial types go through every. single. time. we have to leave the house.
In that sentence, we is me. No offense to anyone who is saner than I.
Good decision all around, since I woke up this morning and started dancing around the apartment, singing: "I have a date with Batman". (Which is, btw, a very catchy song.) The dancing petered out as the aftermath of too much champagne made itself known. But I pushed myself into the shower, into my new jeans (wicked low-ridey, boot-cut. Guess! calls them Daredevil. I call them Sex-ay.), and my kaiju big battel tee (It's got Supes' colors, 'cause I may cheat, but all my loves are truuue.) and finally, out the door.
The movie was amazing. (That is all I'm saying about that, because I'm sure to write the big spoilery post once I see it again. Possibly tomorrow. *g*)
I then decided to kill the left over champagne fumes with a nice Bloody Mary (made with Absolut Peppar, I walked in and out of bars around Boylston until I found one that had it.) Tres yum.
Then, it was time for a nice long ramble around Back Bay and much wishing for the money to move there. Sigh. So I consoled myself with some awesome Indian food. Vegetable Samosas, Chicken Vindaloo and Naan. Yummy. Although I do wish that the servers would stop cautioning me about the Vindaloo already. Lookit! I'm Puertorican. I was drowning cuajito in hot sauce when I was a toddler. I know it's hot, that's why I order it.
Mouth abuzz, I headed for the bookstore and am now in love. Someone on the flist recced these a while back, and I can't remember who, which is too bad as I owe them a big thank you. Teen series, sort of like Bridget Jones's Diary in high school (possible middle school, English forms confuse me.) and absolutely hysterical.
Confessions of Georgia Nicolson - official site
Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging by Louise Rennison - Amazon page for the first book. You can read the first few pages there. And you should. I was giggling like a madwoman on the T ride home.
So glad I took the rec to heart and bought the first two books, since now I have date with the second book. Laters.
In that sentence, we is me. No offense to anyone who is saner than I.
Good decision all around, since I woke up this morning and started dancing around the apartment, singing: "I have a date with Batman". (Which is, btw, a very catchy song.) The dancing petered out as the aftermath of too much champagne made itself known. But I pushed myself into the shower, into my new jeans (wicked low-ridey, boot-cut. Guess! calls them Daredevil. I call them Sex-ay.), and my kaiju big battel tee (It's got Supes' colors, 'cause I may cheat, but all my loves are truuue.) and finally, out the door.
The movie was amazing. (That is all I'm saying about that, because I'm sure to write the big spoilery post once I see it again. Possibly tomorrow. *g*)
I then decided to kill the left over champagne fumes with a nice Bloody Mary (made with Absolut Peppar, I walked in and out of bars around Boylston until I found one that had it.) Tres yum.
Then, it was time for a nice long ramble around Back Bay and much wishing for the money to move there. Sigh. So I consoled myself with some awesome Indian food. Vegetable Samosas, Chicken Vindaloo and Naan. Yummy. Although I do wish that the servers would stop cautioning me about the Vindaloo already. Lookit! I'm Puertorican. I was drowning cuajito in hot sauce when I was a toddler. I know it's hot, that's why I order it.
Mouth abuzz, I headed for the bookstore and am now in love. Someone on the flist recced these a while back, and I can't remember who, which is too bad as I owe them a big thank you. Teen series, sort of like Bridget Jones's Diary in high school (possible middle school, English forms confuse me.) and absolutely hysterical.
Confessions of Georgia Nicolson - official site
Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging by Louise Rennison - Amazon page for the first book. You can read the first few pages there. And you should. I was giggling like a madwoman on the T ride home.
So glad I took the rec to heart and bought the first two books, since now I have date with the second book. Laters.
