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Jul. 9th, 2006 07:49 amFor all the flailing I made about it yesterday, I find that--probably because I was nearly rolling around drunk--I didn't really care that Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest made no sense whatsoever.
( Oh, hello spoilers! )
I think having two Texas-sized margaritas is not entirely within the realm of my safe drinking. I had to buy an outrageously priced bottle of water at the theater, and the guys looked at me strangely when I couldn't tell them what size I wanted at first. Uh, well, sorry, I'm used to their only being one size of bottled water. I don't want to know what the larger one costed. I also don't especially remember rucking up to the theater from the restaurant (or how much I contributed for dinner--do I owe anyone?), though I remember getting in line to get my tickets and them falling to the floor and the fucking hike up the damn alps because the escalators on ALL the floors were broken and we were on the top floor. I don't remember much of the previews except, uh, I think, Snakes on a Plane. I remember vaguely the pre-movie entertainment being different from the one that was advertising Meerkat Manor but being too annoyed by the guy onscreen to care whatever else he was hawking. I basically sat through the first half hour in a buzz, brayed a little too loudly at stuff I don't think was that funny, such that I started hacking up my lungs later. Fun.
Friends who were with me: If I was being an obnoxious drunk, my apologies. I won't being having two mega-ritas like that again. If I was just more obnoxious seeming than I usually am? Then I wasn't that drunk, no sir. Hey, were the previews any good, or was Snakes on a Plane enough? Happy belated birthday![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ivy03, too, by the by. Just in case I didn't say it enough last night.
Also, true to form, I don't feel especially queasy this morning, but my hangover consists of the same "Let's let me get no sleep!" routine as ever. That's why I'm writing a novel of an LJ post at seven AM on a Sunday morning. Maybe I'll go play Animal Crossing. But I'll mute it because other people are sleeping. I'm considerate that way.
( Oh, hello spoilers! )
I think having two Texas-sized margaritas is not entirely within the realm of my safe drinking. I had to buy an outrageously priced bottle of water at the theater, and the guys looked at me strangely when I couldn't tell them what size I wanted at first. Uh, well, sorry, I'm used to their only being one size of bottled water. I don't want to know what the larger one costed. I also don't especially remember rucking up to the theater from the restaurant (or how much I contributed for dinner--do I owe anyone?), though I remember getting in line to get my tickets and them falling to the floor and the fucking hike up the damn alps because the escalators on ALL the floors were broken and we were on the top floor. I don't remember much of the previews except, uh, I think, Snakes on a Plane. I remember vaguely the pre-movie entertainment being different from the one that was advertising Meerkat Manor but being too annoyed by the guy onscreen to care whatever else he was hawking. I basically sat through the first half hour in a buzz, brayed a little too loudly at stuff I don't think was that funny, such that I started hacking up my lungs later. Fun.
Friends who were with me: If I was being an obnoxious drunk, my apologies. I won't being having two mega-ritas like that again. If I was just more obnoxious seeming than I usually am? Then I wasn't that drunk, no sir. Hey, were the previews any good, or was Snakes on a Plane enough? Happy belated birthday
ivy03, too, by the by. Just in case I didn't say it enough last night.Also, true to form, I don't feel especially queasy this morning, but my hangover consists of the same "Let's let me get no sleep!" routine as ever. That's why I'm writing a novel of an LJ post at seven AM on a Sunday morning. Maybe I'll go play Animal Crossing. But I'll mute it because other people are sleeping. I'm considerate that way.
