A good night on the couch watching movies with a current roommate and a former roommate. N.B.: a bottle of wine is great, but one cannot taste vodka in sweet tea until it is much, much too concentrated. Thanks C and T for mixing the over-vodka'ed stuff back into the virgin pitcher.
"Spice World" is more pointless and vapid than I ever could have imagined:
me: "I have no idea what is going on anymore."
C: "I haven't known what's going on for half an hour."
This movie seems like something I might write if I was tanked for three weeks straight. Evidence:
-Evil record exec sits in dim room with cat and fire built into the wall.
-Aliens land and ask the Spice Girls for autographs when they are peeing in the middle of the woods. Whaaat? Seems like the kind of thing that might make one wet oneself?
-Guy spying for bad press is in the middle of a buffet table with a veggie tray as a disguise hat. Superfluous? Couldn't you just hide under the table? How has no one noticed that the veggie tray moves?
Also watched Mean Girls, that Classic!
This marks the beginning of Lohanfest 2k10. Let's DO this!
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