Thursday night, Bee and i hit up the Havvy at the last minute. Unfortunately, our plan to have a bit of a night out was put to shame when the place was pretty dead. But, we spend awhile with Wally, Norm and Bri before we called it quits and headed to Spats on King Will. Spatz in this awesome little cafe that's open seemingly into the wee hours, with kooky old-school deco (it used to be a brothel) and little booths here, there and everywhere. Bee and i had soup and banana ices while we talked life, uni, guys and loves - basically more of that girl-time i've been missing. Even better? I was home by midnight. A regular Cinderella.
Yesterday night, i was up at El's again. After conquering the fear and actually making it to the unknown situation in the first place, we had chilli for tea (i've never had that before, i felt oh-so-American-teenager) and then hired Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. It was actually pretty good. We were looking for something a little trashier, but were pleasantly suprised with the romantic 40s drama. Set in pre-WW2, Miss Pettigrew is the out-of-work, unhirable nanny who stumbles into a job as a social planner. In a whirl-wind day, she saves her new boss, Delynnia, from chosing the wrong man (from three) to spend the rest of her life with. Frances McDormand was an interesting choice as lead, but she was still pretty good. Kooky. Played the part well. As did Amy Adams, who played the airy, gorgeous, aspiring singer with too many men on her hands. Happy endings, loose ends tied up nicely... it was a good hour and a half.
It was one of those nights that was just giggles and fun. El is big on the accents, Kirst makes obscene jokes and entertains us with hilarious work stories, and all of us making a big plan to go to the Jonas Brothers concert. We've already called dibs - Kirst gets the 'unfortunate' one (the oldest one), Ellen gets the one who's a 'bit of alright' (the younger one) and El and i are battling it out over 'eyebrows' (the middle one - just our age). Such plans we make. We may have to pretend that we're fifteen at the concert thought, just so that we don't look too stupid...
Another good night (bonus: home by 11pm!). Also? I made it there and home via the shortcut wihtout having to use my street directory! This is a major achievement. Apparently, i do have directional sense after all. Woo!
Yesterday night, i was up at El's again. After conquering the fear and actually making it to the unknown situation in the first place, we had chilli for tea (i've never had that before, i felt oh-so-American-teenager) and then hired Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. It was actually pretty good. We were looking for something a little trashier, but were pleasantly suprised with the romantic 40s drama. Set in pre-WW2, Miss Pettigrew is the out-of-work, unhirable nanny who stumbles into a job as a social planner. In a whirl-wind day, she saves her new boss, Delynnia, from chosing the wrong man (from three) to spend the rest of her life with. Frances McDormand was an interesting choice as lead, but she was still pretty good. Kooky. Played the part well. As did Amy Adams, who played the airy, gorgeous, aspiring singer with too many men on her hands. Happy endings, loose ends tied up nicely... it was a good hour and a half.
It was one of those nights that was just giggles and fun. El is big on the accents, Kirst makes obscene jokes and entertains us with hilarious work stories, and all of us making a big plan to go to the Jonas Brothers concert. We've already called dibs - Kirst gets the 'unfortunate' one (the oldest one), Ellen gets the one who's a 'bit of alright' (the younger one) and El and i are battling it out over 'eyebrows' (the middle one - just our age). Such plans we make. We may have to pretend that we're fifteen at the concert thought, just so that we don't look too stupid...
Another good night (bonus: home by 11pm!). Also? I made it there and home via the shortcut wihtout having to use my street directory! This is a major achievement. Apparently, i do have directional sense after all. Woo!
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