In the men's room before THE MESSENGERS with Paris Jen, RN, a father and son were on their way out when I stepped in. At least, the father was. The little boy was playing with the motion sensor faucets. The father had to double back from the door to lure him away...
C'mon, we have to go back *quick*! Tonight all the little men come back to life, and the monkey! What's the monkey gonna do?
NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM, I figured. =)
After the movie, in the lobby, there were three high school kids, two girls, sitting in the side-by-side seats of some head-to-head driving game, and one guy, playing TIME CRISIS 237 or something. The guy was shooting stuff, but managed to very matter-of-factly deliver the following gem of advice to the girls.
If he calls you a skank, that means he *likes* you...
The girls seemed to take him seriously. Ahh... high school... I guessed they might've been speaking of a fourth member of their party, another guy, who was probably in the restroom. They might've been the two pairs who sat in the second row when MESSENGERS started, moved to the front row after about 10 minutes, and then, farther in to the movie, left for different seats somewhere behind us.
Keep on keepin on~
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