However, back to the event Elm, Gen and myself did not get dressed up in order to attend...as it was a movie we were going to watch...at the movie theatre... however, buy our tickets, and popcorn and purple slushpuppy a.k.a. the real reason why I watch movies in the cinema. THEN. Start commenting on if people never get out of their house or what is cutting with the high heels etc. Me myself and I are wearing slippers (hahahaha). Realising there are guys (one of which I know for a fact is 17....) without shirts handing out drinks. This becomes increasingly amusing. There is some guy trying to be funny for 15 minutes...epic fail. THEN! The belly dancers are coming on stage. Now Gen and I are about to drop to the floor out of pure evilness. They want everyone to stand up and move their pelvic-bone in circular movements whatwhat.. If only the kamasutra would have followed this story would have been complete. But no. 45 minutes later, scarring moments richer, the movie started. Which sucked.
That's my day. Now I should try to stay out of trouble, but really, what's fun with that?
