Fare thee well or not at all
Today was Matt's last day in San Diego so he, Mike, and I went to go and see a movie. We saw Mrs. Henderson Presents because it was free and that means the movie is generally worth it. It was a fairly good picture. Although, for a movie partly concerned with the morale during World War II, it was pretty feel-good and aloof. I think toward the end of the movie, everyone must have realized "Hey, this thing's a little too damn happy-go-lucky, let's throw some tragedy in there for good measure", and they do. There's about 32 seconds of a non-feel-good moment, then it just kinda trails off and the movie's all roses and quaint British humor again. But hey, for a movie that offers Bob Hoskin's penis, how much can you complain? It was entertaining enough, at any rate.
After the movie, the three of us spent about 15 minutes debating where to go before deciding to go to Miltons, which was literally a hundred feet from where we were standing. With Beth out of town, Matt seemed to have decided it'd be a good thing for Mike and I to pay for him instead. Although, that's not entirely true. Matt paid us back in a dollar fifty and a hat. From then on, it was mostly me ruining the endings for as many movies as possible and then trading off bad Ray Charles impressions that "look like a velociraptor". I think we're going to have to create yet another in-joke movie name where you combine and/or alternate quotes from different movies. There were a couple good ones that won't make any sense to most of you reading this: "I ain't queer... well, maybe I am" and "(swinging on a child's swing) It is a Russian space station" and Ray Charles's take on the song from Hustle and Flow.
Matt had supposedly left for Sacramento after we all left, but apparently he's still in town. This only lends credibility to my theory that every other weekend he says he's leaving town so he can cop a free meal.
After the movie, the three of us spent about 15 minutes debating where to go before deciding to go to Miltons, which was literally a hundred feet from where we were standing. With Beth out of town, Matt seemed to have decided it'd be a good thing for Mike and I to pay for him instead. Although, that's not entirely true. Matt paid us back in a dollar fifty and a hat. From then on, it was mostly me ruining the endings for as many movies as possible and then trading off bad Ray Charles impressions that "look like a velociraptor". I think we're going to have to create yet another in-joke movie name where you combine and/or alternate quotes from different movies. There were a couple good ones that won't make any sense to most of you reading this: "I ain't queer... well, maybe I am" and "(swinging on a child's swing) It is a Russian space station" and Ray Charles's take on the song from Hustle and Flow.
Matt had supposedly left for Sacramento after we all left, but apparently he's still in town. This only lends credibility to my theory that every other weekend he says he's leaving town so he can cop a free meal.