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On my way to the midnight showing of The Dark Knight in about a half an hour and, for serious, you guys, trying to plan for seat availability for a midnight anything is sort of like planning for an invasion in the Middle East (except that there's popcorn and, unlike WMDs, you know that the seats are there somewhere because a high-placed source at the CIA says so.) I'm ridiculously excited for this film. All of the reviews and feedback that I've read has said that the movie meets, if not exceeds, all the hype surrounding it. I came home from work and took a nap so that I'd at least bank a little sleep for tomorrow. I still want to be able to function, no matter how high on bat-fumes I get tonight.
Europe is officially less than a week away and the full force of what I'm doing is beginning to sink in. A co-worker of mine is going to New York City for the week to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. She was telling me about all of the wonderful places in the city that she plans to go (the club scene, of course, as well as a couple of chic little coffee houses and comedy bars) and, while she was talking, I found myself thinking, Wow, that sounds like an awesome time. I wish I was going to New York -- wait. This weekend has been dubbed Pack-A-Thon 08, with a subhead of Buy-Random-Crap-You-Don't-Really-Need-But-Imagine-Will-Be-Trendy-In-Europe. I'm texting Todd every morning, now, with a countdown report (7 days!; 6 days! Are you excited yet?), as if he has no concept of the Gregorian calendar. The More You Know...
My Blog A Penguin Classic book arrived today, as well, which means that I'll have reading material for the plane, and a conversation starter whenever someone at airport security looks inside my purse to see if the number of Tic Tacs I'm carrying jives with airline safety regulations:
Airport Security Personnel [passing the big whining wand over my hips]: "Rousseau, huh? Did you know that he was abandoned by his father at an early age and then went on to father five children by a servant girl?"
Me [WeeeeoOoOoO!]: "He also campaigned for independent thought in his literary works, and tackled such lofty subjects as organized religion, the societal imperative to conform, and the sleeping monster of an organized political state."
Airport Security Personnel: "I also hear he was a bit of a ponce. Would you remove your shoes, please?"
Or, you know. Something like that.
Also? This song uses the word "butt" a lot. HEE.
Europe is officially less than a week away and the full force of what I'm doing is beginning to sink in. A co-worker of mine is going to New York City for the week to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. She was telling me about all of the wonderful places in the city that she plans to go (the club scene, of course, as well as a couple of chic little coffee houses and comedy bars) and, while she was talking, I found myself thinking, Wow, that sounds like an awesome time. I wish I was going to New York -- wait. This weekend has been dubbed Pack-A-Thon 08, with a subhead of Buy-Random-Crap-You-Don't-Really-Need-But-Imagine-Will-Be-Trendy-In-Europe. I'm texting Todd every morning, now, with a countdown report (7 days!; 6 days! Are you excited yet?), as if he has no concept of the Gregorian calendar. The More You Know...
My Blog A Penguin Classic book arrived today, as well, which means that I'll have reading material for the plane, and a conversation starter whenever someone at airport security looks inside my purse to see if the number of Tic Tacs I'm carrying jives with airline safety regulations:
Airport Security Personnel [passing the big whining wand over my hips]: "Rousseau, huh? Did you know that he was abandoned by his father at an early age and then went on to father five children by a servant girl?"
Me [WeeeeoOoOoO!]: "He also campaigned for independent thought in his literary works, and tackled such lofty subjects as organized religion, the societal imperative to conform, and the sleeping monster of an organized political state."
Airport Security Personnel: "I also hear he was a bit of a ponce. Would you remove your shoes, please?"
Or, you know. Something like that.
Also? This song uses the word "butt" a lot. HEE.
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Date: 2008-07-18 02:40 am (UTC)Have a fantastic time!
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Date: 2008-07-18 03:40 am (UTC)And that Europe thing - yeah - totally awesome!
And save yourself the trouble, just take your shoes off and stick 'em in the little plastic bin so they go through the x-ray. They may make you do that anyway, they did the last time I flew to Vancouver, but that's been a couple years.
Don't forget all your music things and audiobooks! =)
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Date: 2008-07-18 07:31 am (UTC)Weren't we supposed to review within 6 weeks? I applied for the book 6 weeks ago!!!
Hope you enjoyed TDK... stupid not being released til the 25th here... grumble*
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Date: 2008-07-18 10:02 pm (UTC)Airport security is gonna be fun. To keep things moving smoothly, just wear shoes you can easily take off, don't carry loose little things in your pockets that you'll have to dump out, and don't wear jewelry (or put them all in a safe pocket in your purse/carryon beforehand). And this is just domestic. But when I arrived at Heathrow, I miraculously bypassed all suspicion. Thank you, cute little sniffer beagle who ignored me!