Sex and the Shitty

Last night I went out on a date with Nina.
We ate Italian food, drank some vino tinto and walked over to Scotiabank Theatre to catch the early show- Sex and The City.
We get there exactly on time, and the only seats were in the front row.
We sat. We discussed the heinousity of where we were sitting.
We got up.
We walked out.
The sweet gal ripping tickets said they would honour ours, for the next show- 2 hours later.

So off we went to Queen Street, we found a partio and drank (more) wine.
Had a great few convos. Since we started working together it seems like we don't see each other anywhere BUT work. Good catch-up.

Anywho, 2 bottles of wine, 1 puff later- we were back at the Theatre and found mediocre seats beside a couple chicks I thought were in their twenties- Nina guesstimated 12 years of age(?!)

Ok, Ok, Ok, so the MOVIE.
Ummmmm. It was kinda good. Not great though. I mean it was about as mediocre as our seats- I'll put it that way.

Whats I learned form that experience:

1. There are a buttload of girls in Toronto who want so badly to be Sarah Jessica Parker- it made me laugh out loud a few times.

2. Nice guys always finish last (You'll see).

3. Nina can really hold her wine.
and
4. The steps at that theatre are tres slippery.

Off (again) for the weekend to Wats.
Ready? Nite out for friend who recent had a health scare.
Wedding.
Breaky w/ pops.
Baby Shower.
Go to see old friends' new baby.
Go to see old friends' newly purchased house.

Oh, and I get to drag C to everything BUT the shower.
Annnnd then it's our year and a half anni on Monday!