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woo.. these last few days have been rife with going to the movies.. memoirs of a geisha and fun with dick and jane to name a few
sidebar- jim carrey dancing on a table as a marionette - so fucking hilarious I thought I was going to vomit into my popcorn
embarassingly enough.. my parner in crime Jenny and I went to the Double Deuce two times, in as many days.. hideous.
last night as we passed by there on the way out from our movie we saw that drinks were 250, so we ran in and did a few double fisted rounds. we proceeded onwards to the crazy cactus (bowman watering hole) and ran into the likes of sydney smith, jim ginther, mairin loewen, pat thompson and a bunch of people whose names I do not know, but were all very interested in knowing jordan perry's whereabouts.
then, today, we met my mom and her friend there and ate a gigantic platter of 9cent chicken wings. then my moms boyfriend met us and we ate another gigantic platter with him, as though no first platter was had.
yeah so today I figured out how to send text messages with my cce.. ce.. cee.. oh god I can hardly say it.. cell.. cellular telephone, oh, am I a fucker. now I"m at the point with it *shudder* where I panic when I cant remember where it is (which, I'm not gonna lie-d'-ya, is often). speaking of which, I dont know whether I should feel a)good b)embarassed c)insufficient or d)indifferent that when my friend laura and I were escorting her 13 year old sister, in addition to her gang of 4 13 year old friends, to a movie on friday night, I was the one with the least impressive phone. they all had flip phones and mine (apparently) is, like, 3 years old. like totally ancient. sure I can check my email with it but it doesnt take pictures or, like, have real-looking like, smiley faces. like, god.
but seriously, all kidding aside.
I just uh.. got home from jono stranders friend (who has a boyfriend and so shall remain nameless)'s place and the uh
er
well the count is at 4
sidebar- jim carrey dancing on a table as a marionette - so fucking hilarious I thought I was going to vomit into my popcorn
embarassingly enough.. my parner in crime Jenny and I went to the Double Deuce two times, in as many days.. hideous.
last night as we passed by there on the way out from our movie we saw that drinks were 250, so we ran in and did a few double fisted rounds. we proceeded onwards to the crazy cactus (bowman watering hole) and ran into the likes of sydney smith, jim ginther, mairin loewen, pat thompson and a bunch of people whose names I do not know, but were all very interested in knowing jordan perry's whereabouts.
then, today, we met my mom and her friend there and ate a gigantic platter of 9cent chicken wings. then my moms boyfriend met us and we ate another gigantic platter with him, as though no first platter was had.
yeah so today I figured out how to send text messages with my cce.. ce.. cee.. oh god I can hardly say it.. cell.. cellular telephone, oh, am I a fucker. now I"m at the point with it *shudder* where I panic when I cant remember where it is (which, I'm not gonna lie-d'-ya, is often). speaking of which, I dont know whether I should feel a)good b)embarassed c)insufficient or d)indifferent that when my friend laura and I were escorting her 13 year old sister, in addition to her gang of 4 13 year old friends, to a movie on friday night, I was the one with the least impressive phone. they all had flip phones and mine (apparently) is, like, 3 years old. like totally ancient. sure I can check my email with it but it doesnt take pictures or, like, have real-looking like, smiley faces. like, god.
but seriously, all kidding aside.
I just uh.. got home from jono stranders friend (who has a boyfriend and so shall remain nameless)'s place and the uh
er
well the count is at 4