yesterday we walked on down to south street after lunch, a good 40 blocks to return movies and purchase interminable art supplies. took the El back from second street to meet the guys before we all headed to the UA17 to see the opening of spiderman. we crowded noisily into the subway, hollering across turnstiles as dollar bills were shoved back and forth until everyone was paid for and we clattered down the stairway and into the next car.
at second street we all piled out to walk the remaining ten blocks or so to the theater. there was a heated debate over which disney heroine is the sexiest. conversations about disobedient circus monkeys and hostile robot takeovers were loudly held. we trampled well-manicured lawns. we walked out in front of traffic. at some point kevin lit his hand on fire.
we got to the theater really early and had to entertain ourselves.
at some point, kevin lit his hand on fire again.
we waited in line loudly.
when they finally opened the theater, we sat three rows from the front and leaned back in our seats. twizzlers were procured and passed around. obscenely expensive soda was bought and bitched about.
after ten minutes of crappy movie trivia and poorly designed ads, gerard stood up and yelled, "excuse me!" at which point kevin yelled, "it's this girl's birthday!" and pointed at me.
i tried not to blush as the entire theater sang me happy birthday.
somebody gave me a burger king crown.
i blushed.
(this is where i don't talk about the movie itself except to say it was really fun and you should see it. with lots of people who make hilarous snide comments the whole time.)
afterwards, we walked back because nobody was willing to spring for a cab and the subways were closed for the night. someone had stolen a huge handful of straws, which were immediately converted to SpideyWeb and shot about with relative accuracy, not ceasing until long after someone had been hit in the eye.
we tramped through the deserted italian district, voices echoing. i walked in the middle of the six of them, suddenly glad that all my friends were male and that some were really tall and stronglooking.
we passed a scaffold to comments of "i could climb that," and when someone correctly predicted the existence of a cop car lurking around a corner, his SpideySense was highly praised. we discussed the likelihood that mary jane was a lesbian and the logistics of caring for a four-year-old spiderman jr.
when we got back to the dorms, the group split up and i hobbled up the walkway to a chorus of "happy birthday kat!"
i couldn't help chuckling all the way to the elevator.
friends are the best birthday presents.
at second street we all piled out to walk the remaining ten blocks or so to the theater. there was a heated debate over which disney heroine is the sexiest. conversations about disobedient circus monkeys and hostile robot takeovers were loudly held. we trampled well-manicured lawns. we walked out in front of traffic. at some point kevin lit his hand on fire.
we got to the theater really early and had to entertain ourselves.
at some point, kevin lit his hand on fire again.
we waited in line loudly.
when they finally opened the theater, we sat three rows from the front and leaned back in our seats. twizzlers were procured and passed around. obscenely expensive soda was bought and bitched about.
after ten minutes of crappy movie trivia and poorly designed ads, gerard stood up and yelled, "excuse me!" at which point kevin yelled, "it's this girl's birthday!" and pointed at me.
i tried not to blush as the entire theater sang me happy birthday.
somebody gave me a burger king crown.
i blushed.
(this is where i don't talk about the movie itself except to say it was really fun and you should see it. with lots of people who make hilarous snide comments the whole time.)
afterwards, we walked back because nobody was willing to spring for a cab and the subways were closed for the night. someone had stolen a huge handful of straws, which were immediately converted to SpideyWeb and shot about with relative accuracy, not ceasing until long after someone had been hit in the eye.
we tramped through the deserted italian district, voices echoing. i walked in the middle of the six of them, suddenly glad that all my friends were male and that some were really tall and stronglooking.
we passed a scaffold to comments of "i could climb that," and when someone correctly predicted the existence of a cop car lurking around a corner, his SpideySense was highly praised. we discussed the likelihood that mary jane was a lesbian and the logistics of caring for a four-year-old spiderman jr.
when we got back to the dorms, the group split up and i hobbled up the walkway to a chorus of "happy birthday kat!"
i couldn't help chuckling all the way to the elevator.
friends are the best birthday presents.