The Weekend

[omimouse]

It has been a long, busy weekend. louisadkins and I saw SW3 Friday night. At the Imax at Opry Mills up in Nashville.

Let me just for the record state that I hope that whomever designed the highway and interstate exchange in Nashville navigates it eternally in the sixth circle of Hell that Louis and I decided said road system is. It is nasty. Especially with major construction going on in several areas. If I don't have to get anywhere near Briley Parkway for a year, it'll still be too soon. We will not even go into how often I had to bounce lanes to stay on I-65 south, or the panicked moment when I thought that I was on I-40 east because the signs are the very opposite of helpful anywhere the three interstates that go through Nashville meet each other. warinbear knows how to navigate that acid-tripping spider's web of roads. I take a navigator, spend a lot of time changing lanes, and pray to Hermes a lot.

That said, the movie was good. Not as good as ESB, but it was still good. I do think that Lucas should be threatened with severe groinal injury and extreme bludgeoning damage to his hands if he ever even thinks about writing romantic dialogue again. And I never, ever, ever want to be anything less than ten minutes early for a movie ever again, 'cause we got there just as they were starting the trailers, and the only seats left were the ones in the front row. At an Imax. My neck is just now starting to consider forgiving me for that.

The rest of the family went out to see the movie on Saturday, with me and Louis staying home with Phooka. We had a fun day together. She was bright and cheerful and chipper and fell asleep in the car on the way back from our minor shopping trip with part of a chicken nugget still clenched in her hand.

It was good to get to spend time with her like that. She loves going out to go shopping, and she loves getting to munch on french fries and nuggets while looking out the car window. I want to personally bless, thank, kiss, and possibly bestow sexual favours on whomever came up with the idea for the child-lock on car doors, by-the-by. Phooka's car-seat is directly behind the driver's seat in Juliette, and the child-lock was the only reason that the door next to her stayed closed. She is fascinated by the door-handle, and will play with it for a good deal of time, trying to figure out how it works.

Need to go get into bed now.

Comments

[ladyqkat.livejournal.com]

Window locks are good things too. We used to have a cocapoo who would love to step on the window button so he could stick his head out. This was in the early 80's before child and/or animal restraints were even recommended.

[ladyqkat.livejournal.com]

Du-oh! Cockapoo. I can spell. Sure I can.