I went up to
Warwick to visit an old
friend home from
Boston. Cortney (yes, it's spelled without a 'u') had just moved, so I wasn't really sure how to get to her new
house, and her mom's directions were something less than
comprehensible. So, armed with a street address and a sheaf of equally
obfuscated MapQuest printouts, I set out.
I made it to Warwick
sans incident, but spent twenty minutes cruising up and down the same street trying to find her house. Mentally throwing my hands up in frustration, I gave up and called her house. She, not knowing the
area any better than I did, decided to go
outside and walk around in hopes that I would spot her as I drove in circles.
After another
twenty minute lap around the
city, I spotted her, a semi-
forlorn vision in a
Moxy Fruvous t-shirt, blue-tipped hair braided at the nape of her neck. A couple honks, a
grin, the car door slams and off we go.
We ended up going to see
Gone in Sixty Seconds.
Cage and
Jolie were
awesome, though I think we both concentrated a little too much on Jolie. (We've both had a thing for her for a while now.) The movie ended, we went to get some ice cream, and spent a comfortable half hourish rating the women who walked by.
Good time, all in all.