Saw X-men III again with Beth and Timmy, who was bitter that I’d gone to see it without him. I wah-wah’d him, and he got over it. Probably.
Actually, much of the evening was an instant replay of what I’d done two nights previous with M. Gibbons (aka the Mean Dean) and Pottsy. Lemon Grass and X3. And also, drinking.
But this time, there were no crotch pictures. Beth was happy about this. I cannot say the same.
I also ended up with a bunch of sweet bruises on my arms and wrists. It looks like I got into a fight with an angry child with very large hands. And tiny fingers. That is a weird mental image.
Sangria tastiness was had. Michael said it was “HEAVEN” multiple times. I wouldn’t take it quite that far. But it was indeed delicious.