Being that today is the end of the world, I think it’s important to point out how generous Jesus was to wait to return until after my birthday. Armageddon would have really put a crimp in an otherwise nearly perfect day.
Nearly, you ask? Yes, well, it would seem as though Uschi has poor taste in gifts. This particular present was bestowed to me at roughly 3 a.m. This would be after spending an inordinate amount of time chatting it up with the WF crew and absorbing ourselves in much nostalgic glee. So, after about an hour of sleep I got to spend the wee hours of my birthday cleaning up the carpet in my bedroom and doing mass quantities of laundry.
But the otherwise parts were muchly awesome. Gifts have been trickling to me since last month and yesterday was no exception. I’ve gotten a good handful of books — and a gift certificate with which to acquire yet more — and I’m aware of at least three other packages making their way through the postal system and I’m fairly sure most of those are books, too. I guess my secret identity as an avid reader has been revealed. There goes all that time working on a costume, though I never did like wearing tights.
The big events for yesterday were centered at Colonie Center. First was dinner at The Cheesecake Factory with Kerry, Alice and Josh. It was fantastic, as should be expected. Most of it is in my fridge. I’m thinking the chocolate cake cheesecake won’t be for much longer. It’s the end of the world, people, my breakfast can be as unhealthy as I want. Not that it would necessarily stop me any other time, but then I’d just give you a different excuse.
After we sufficiently stuffed ourselves, the group of us rolled our way to the movie theater for Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides. And across Albany at another mall, my father and Keith were sitting in a completely different theater already watching the same film. Just yet another example of how my life is truly sitcom material. Seems that my friends and my family both noted the movie release coincided nicely with my birthday and while I was making plans with my friends, my dad was making similar plans. I found this out on Wednesday and by then everyone had already bought tickets. And during another phone call yesterday wherein it was determined impossible for our two groups to catch up with one another, I realized that I’ve been making plans for Sunday with Sarah for months now and I’ve also got a SWAG meeting. Probably not the best time to realize you’ll be missing a group meeting with the, as he referred to himself, president of the group sitting less than a foot from you driving you to your current birthday plans. Oops.
As to the actual movie, I enjoyed it. I have a lot of thoughts about probably why I shouldn’t and I may yet post them, but being a Pirates film all I really expected was witty-swashbuckling Jack and there was much of that. Also, there were explosions and lots of stuff got set on fire. So, I say win. I will note that it definitely felt longer than the two-and-a-half hour running time and I’m pretty sure that can only partially be blamed on my screaming bladder. Also, if you care deeply for a solid plot, this is not the movie you’re looking for.
Now, where’s that cheesecake?