- Pole dancing
- The many wonderful things my year-long now-not-so-secret pal§ has sent me
- The many wonderful things Nintendo has sent me
- Stupid sparkly handspun¶ and an executive tiara#
went to see
the latest STUPID SPARKLY VAMPIRE MOVIE
on opening night.‡‡
Take a moment.§§
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): BWAHAHAHA! Because I'm sure you're setting your watch by my blog these days. Schedule... BWA!
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Because puttering is the order of the day here at Chez Barfly.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): All will be explained in due time. Perhaps now would be a good time for another "BWAHAHAHA!"
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Gods, I love my friends. How else would someone be browsing a wool festival and go, "Sparkly. Purple, grey. Foggy, atmospheric, sparkly... stupid sparkly... vampire. Marin"?
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): If you don't think executives should have tiaras, you're not familiar with the insecurity of executiveship. If I can confess right here, nothing in my life (not boys, not college, not spandex, not yearbook pictures) has made me more insecure than being an executive.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Possibly in 3D.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Bought the tickets *in advance*.
§§FOOTNOTE (turn it around): Because we love Hans, and in all fairness, he's the best of best boyfriends; his girlfriend is out of touch with her Twilight contingency, so Hans wanted her to see the movie. AND he decided that she spent a lot of time doing what he wanted to do, so maybe he should do something she wants. If more men were like Hans, there would be no sit-coms.
NOTE: It made me feel better, and may make you feel better, that Hans did not like stupid sparkly vampires.
ALSO NOTE: He told me. He didn't tell his girlfriend. In the land where sit-coms don't mean anything.