I know it makes me sound like an old fogey, but I seriously prefer to watch movies at home. Hell, there's beer there...
Saturday night we watched Inglorious Basterds. We did a little editing for Tarantino by fast forwarding whenever the icky Nazi ordered milk or two guys sat at a table with drinks and started talking. We did not fast-forward during the scalping or baseball batting. It's just that Tarantino missed the whole "dialogue should further the action" class at film school. Either that or he's turning into one of those old long-winded guys with less to say than he thinks.
There. I'll meet him soon for sure now. It'll be just like when I met J R Moehringer and told him that I had to google him to figure out who he was. (Famous journalist/Pulitzer winner.)
Speaking of movies, last time we snuck in Jack of the Daniels persuasion and bought the Big Coke and poured a whole flask in. And let me tell you, that made "Salt" a waaaay better movie. (Blonde does nothing for Angelina.) And the time before that we were going to go see Magician's Apprentice but sent the boys instead alone and had a nice dinner and a few drinks. I'm pretty sure we had more fun.
I got a new Broncos hat and sweatshirt. I only wore the hat cuz I hadn't showered and because it's hot out still here. Why? Where do you live? (Most likely India, according to my new little dealie-bob on the sidebar.) Yes. Dealie-bob is the technical term.
Yeah. That's all I got for you today. Hey, you get what you pay for. And it's my birthday. So there.