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Though we had no alcohol with us, the Michael Bay drinking game proved to be extremely useful when Graham and I went to see Transformers 2 last night.
People kept on telling us that the reviews were terrible and the movie was awful, but we had a great time just making fun of the Michael Bayness of it all. At any rate, we had a great time.
I spent the weekend on my butt, watching all of season five of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I forgot how much Dawn annoyed the crap out of me. And Riley. And Glory. And Willow. But it's not a terrible season. I'll forge into Season 6 next, with the full knowledge that things go downhill.
Graham and I are leaving for New York on Friday. Some dear friends of ours are getting married, and Graham is DJing. He's been putting his music together for the wedding over the last week or so, and I've had a blast listening to all of his stuff. It's going to be a terribly fun wedding--the bride is Hindu and the groom is Jewish, we've been calling it the Hinjew wedding--because a good hunk of our friends will be there and everyone is looking forward to a good time. We'll be watching the fireworks in New York from the top of a high building during the rehersal dinner, and the wedding on Sunday will be at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. Graham and I are staying at a friend's apartment in the 60s on the West Side, and we have a little bit of time to explore New York over the weekend, though I have a Mendhi party to go to on Saturday, and he has to set up the dj stuff a little bit before the wedding on Sunday.
And it will be cool! Literally. A full week of 100+ degree weather is taxing. One of the things I noticed in my Buffy marathon was that those Sunnydale folk sure do like the sweaters. The thought of wearing a sweater outside is fairly abhorrent to me right now. They're not even supposed to get to 80 this weekend in New York. Heaven...
People kept on telling us that the reviews were terrible and the movie was awful, but we had a great time just making fun of the Michael Bayness of it all. At any rate, we had a great time.
I spent the weekend on my butt, watching all of season five of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I forgot how much Dawn annoyed the crap out of me. And Riley. And Glory. And Willow. But it's not a terrible season. I'll forge into Season 6 next, with the full knowledge that things go downhill.
Graham and I are leaving for New York on Friday. Some dear friends of ours are getting married, and Graham is DJing. He's been putting his music together for the wedding over the last week or so, and I've had a blast listening to all of his stuff. It's going to be a terribly fun wedding--the bride is Hindu and the groom is Jewish, we've been calling it the Hinjew wedding--because a good hunk of our friends will be there and everyone is looking forward to a good time. We'll be watching the fireworks in New York from the top of a high building during the rehersal dinner, and the wedding on Sunday will be at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. Graham and I are staying at a friend's apartment in the 60s on the West Side, and we have a little bit of time to explore New York over the weekend, though I have a Mendhi party to go to on Saturday, and he has to set up the dj stuff a little bit before the wedding on Sunday.
And it will be cool! Literally. A full week of 100+ degree weather is taxing. One of the things I noticed in my Buffy marathon was that those Sunnydale folk sure do like the sweaters. The thought of wearing a sweater outside is fairly abhorrent to me right now. They're not even supposed to get to 80 this weekend in New York. Heaven...