So caliban and I get off work, and decide for various reasons we are not heading to the apartment, so grab some foodage and decide to catch a flick. After digging through movie times FOREVER (might not have seemed so long if not for the annoying BITCH who didn't seem to understand that the fact that no one responded to anything she said, and in fact we usually made a point of talking over her, meant no one wanted her around), we finally see that Kung Pow is playing.
Arriving at the theatre, we are informed that the movie opens TOMORROW...why there were movie times claiming it was playing TODAY, no one seems to know. Shit. OK, why not see Ocean's Eleven. I'm a big Sinatra fan, let's see what they did to it.
Well, that was tres cool...would have been cooler if we had not had to leave with about 20 minutes left in the film. However, it was about that time that I got the message that wayren and scurvykat were broken down on the side of the road. I'm not one of those people that cares about my cell phone in a theatre, but I noticed it vibrating, and there was a grand total of four people in the theatre (caliban and I being 2 of them).
So, off we fly, drive out to them (they weren't far away, luckily), and end up driving to wayren's house to get his PS2, then back to my place. I soon realized it was 2am, and I needed to get to sleep. Besides, I could feel an ugly mood creeping over me, and didn't think I'd be good company.
Top it all off with REALLY weird and quasi-sexual dreams involving my ex, Emily...and you've got the rather dour mood I'm in this morning.