Post-Birthday Winddown
The big scoop: on a scale of one to ten, X-Men 2 kicked ass. I vote it Better Than The First One, and I liked the first one. But I won't give out spoilers here... not that it matters, since anyone reading this probably has already seen the movie anyway. If you haven't, go see it. And invite me with you; I'll go again in a heartbeat.
After the movie, we went out and (come on, avid fans of my journal, you know what comes next...) went drinking! Well, went to Chevy's and ordered bunches of margaritas. Yeah, that's drinking. We're good. Anyway, that was loads of fun, special thanks to angledge for her gift of yummy chocolates (sorry about the train thing...), and I went to bed at 1:30 am, exhausted. Perfect.
Sooooo... Matrix Reloaded. Who wants some of that action? That's right, I'm an action movie junkie. Special effects and combat are all good.
I think I need coffee. Rather, more coffee. I'm done.
After the movie, we went out and (come on, avid fans of my journal, you know what comes next...) went drinking! Well, went to Chevy's and ordered bunches of margaritas. Yeah, that's drinking. We're good. Anyway, that was loads of fun, special thanks to angledge for her gift of yummy chocolates (sorry about the train thing...), and I went to bed at 1:30 am, exhausted. Perfect.
Sooooo... Matrix Reloaded. Who wants some of that action? That's right, I'm an action movie junkie. Special effects and combat are all good.
I think I need coffee. Rather, more coffee. I'm done.