I actually got to spend an entire evening with my roommates tonight. I never see them (or anyone else) anymore besides my co-workers, and people in my cast of the show.
But tonight?
We went to a preview of Breaking Dawn: Part 1. And even thought it was typically twilight terrible (it had no hope of being anything else, let's be honest...read the book anyone?) we still had a great time. :)
Um, I also had a giant, overpriced Dr. Pepper.
Also some nachos.
But they were the worst nachos ever, so I only had about four before I slid them under my seat.
Blech.
Okay, now brace yourself. I'm about to divulge some non-essential deets on this box-office slammer. Don't worry, it won't spoil your movie experience. Then again, if it does...I...have...a few movie suggestions for you to help ease the suffering.
So anyway.
I've never felt nauseous drinking DP, but when she drinks that blood out of the styrofoam cup with the lid and the straw?
I almost lost it right then and there.
But I get it now. THAT'S why people don't have vampire babies.
Noted.
Sick, Stephenie Meyer.
Sick sick sick.
Even worse than the grammar and editing in the last book.
Of course, two minutes later I got over it and managed to settle semi-comfortably back into the vampire/werewolf world. I took another sip of my DP and found myself wondering why Emmett and Carlisle didn't look hot in this movie.
Travesty.
Thank goodness for Jacob's abs.
Although...teeheehee...
While we're on the subject, did we notice cute little Jacob's scruff?
He's so grown up right now. Bahahah. :)
Also, I need a honeymoon on an island in Brazil.
Yep, pretty sure that's happening.
Uh, except...minus the whole weepy vampire husband aspect.
And chess. There will be no chess games on my honeymoon.
Also, if I could have spring blossoms and lights dripping from every corner of my wedding, that'd be fine too.
Though I always sort of wanted a fall wedding.
Okay okay, I'll take her wedding dress as well.
My roommate Tania had to bring royalty into it, which I'm not sure was entirely appropriate, but she kind of had a point:
Kate Middleton, you just got one-upped by a vampire.
Well, almost.
Almost vamp, almost one-upped.
Actually, I take that back. Princesses win over vampires.
Especially when I'm pretty sure the princess could so take that little wannabe vampire out in a second.
Have you seen Kate's muscles?
Have you seen Bella curl up in a ball and cry?
I rest my case.
Also, Kate's wedding dress would require virtually no modesty alterations should I happen to wear it.
What is happening to me?
Ahem. So now we're sitting in our living room and I'm half watching tv/half listening to the roommates laugh hysterically about planning a Thanksgiving dinner and make up terrible mash-ups of Gilmore Girls, Grey's anatomy, the local news, and Twilight.
Nobody is on drugs here, but if we had play-back, I bet it would cause some to wonder...
Hahah. Everybody needs their own version of my night tonight.
May you have yours very soon.
...minus the styrofoam cup, of course...