there will be a fish

And also why you should never talk or text during a movie in a theater. (There's a special hell for people like that!)

Full write-up of the story here, but basically: the Drafthouse ALWAYS shows a PSA before every movie telling you to shut the fuck up and not use your cell phone during the movie. And this woman ignored it, was warned twice, and then they kicked her out (as they do). She left an angry voicemail; they proceeded to turn it into yet another no-talking PSA:



Heeee.

Back from visiting my grandma over the weekend. For not doing much of anything, those visits are always inexplicably exhausting. I don't know if it's the humidity, the sleeping on the couch, or the awkward born-again-Christian turns the conversations sometimes take, but regardless, I am very tired. I'm glad to be going over to junebug_waltz's humble abode tonight for the comforting embrace of Doctor Who-watching and general geekery.

Happy birthday to thespatz (and to myself, I suppose)!

We are having a smallish dinner party tonight; I plan to eat a LOT and play around at making cocktails, and there might be a wild game of Apples to Apples.

It is utterly gorgeous outside, minus that bizarre half-hour where it hailed and poured cats and dogs, after which the rainclouds went galloping off and left a perfect blue sky.

:D

Oof. Flight was delayed due to weather in Newark, and then I was the dumbest person ever and got off the Amtrak while still in NJ, so I ended up taking the PATH into the WTC and having to walk/ride the subway/lug my bags much longer/farther than I would've liked.

I also had to leave my twin, my family, my Texas Crew friends, and the miracles of Tex-Mex and legit margaritas behind, but I'm trying not to think about that.

On the bright side, I got down a few pages of thesis notes, so that's good. And I have pralines. YUM.

( have some pictures! NYC-as-Atlantis and pugs in suitcases )