I need to see Queen Latifah's cleavage. Eight stories tall.

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Actually, iMax gives me the collywobbles, but...

A Brief Record of my Evening with telepwen

Chicago--the movie. HOT DAMN!!! I'm not straight. Well, we knew that already, but I'm not straight. That was a fantastic bit of celluloid and everybody should go see it right now. As cool as Moulin Rouge, except not cheesy, and way skankier. Cell Block Tango...Queen Latifah's cleavage...*faints*

Earlier, we sporked Pizzaria Uno's. Loudly. In propellor beanies. Claiming it was my birthday. We folded up the bills into a little origami setting and stood outside the restaurant laughing our asses off as the waiters filed over one by one to stare. Spork spork spork spork! She also presented me with a square fifty-cent piece, and had a stuffed snake that hissed, loudly.

Boatloads of fun, all told. And now I am way too hyper and it's midnight, so I can't dance without waking Mum up and getting yelled at. Meep!

Comments

[skalja.livejournal.com]

Dude, I saw it last night and - !!!!! *fades into incoherence* Um, yeah. I agree with you about the notstraight thing, too.