In which Tessa receives a money shot in the women's restroom at the Cinerama
Last night, Tessa, Dr. Stevil, KK , her b.f., Cheasy, and I went to see Sin City at the the Cinerama. But before we did, we went to Mama's Mexican Kitchen, for food - yes, but mostly for margaritas. Now, I don't drink often. I don't like wine or beer. [technically I am allergic to beer.] And I never ever drink and drive. Since I'm always driving, I rarely drink. But I wasn't driving last night. Steve drove us downtown, and we walked from the cinema to Mama's. So I had a margarita. One is really all it takes with me. I'm a cheap date. One margarita for me, put me on par with those who had had at least two.
Consequently, everything was very very funny last night. Tessa, in particular thought I was hysterical. I thought I was hysterical. The concessions guy thought I was kinda funny, but I think he was enjoying Tessa's reaction to me more.
Me: Stevil, go ahead and get us some seats, Tessa owes me a drink.
Dr. Stevil: where do you want to sit?
Me: uhhhhh.... I don't care.... facing the screen!
Tessa: facing the screen! bwahahahaaa!
Me: well, what was I supposed to say? "Seat 209, please?"
So Tessa and I found the entire evening to be extremely funny. The seats in the Cinerama rock back and forth. In order to prevent anyone from sitting in front of her, or behind her, Tessa would rock back and forth spasmodically, whenever anyone approached. See? Funny! Even sober I would have laughed at that. The movie had extreme stylized violence and it was uproariously funny. Actually, the movie was very noir and full of dry wit, we would have enjoyed it without the alcohol.
But the best part of the evening came after the movie, with Tessa, in the women's restroom. She walked up to the sink, hit the soap pump and squealed.
Me: what happened?
Tessa: I hit the soap and it shot me square in the face.
Me, laughing hysterically: And I didn't even arrange to have that happen! It's like a gift to me!
Tessa: I got a money shot! It gave me a money shot!
Me currently unable to speak coherently.
Tessa: I feel like a porn star.
Me: I'm so blogging you on this one.
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.Wow, I didn't realize girls knew what a "money shot" was.
Oh wait, you're a woman.
To prevent people from sitting in front of her, my mother would put our coats in that seat. It usually worked :-)
Posted by: Matt
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5 avril 2005 13h32
that's RIGHT. i'm a woman. and women know about these things. girls usually find out too, because boys are not exactly subtle.
Posted by: Jodi
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5 avril 2005 13h40
Bwahahahahaha - a money shot, I love it!
You do know that you would have had a lot more fun, had I been there, too. =) Victor, and I, saw something on TV about oxygen bars, the other night, and I told him about our fun adventure, and how EvilDeb wouldn't partake, because she was still pregnant with snacky cake, Maggie!
Posted by: Marie
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5 avril 2005 15h24
snackie cake who turns four in june.
man, that oxygen bar made me dizzy. it was cool.
Posted by: Jodi
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5 avril 2005 17h03