The injustices I will suffer to see Ian McKellen
Last night we saw The Da Vinci Code. I had read the book a few summers ago, one morning when I was desperate for something to read on the train. Like eating an entire bag of Doritos in one sitting, or having sex with an ex, it seemed like a good idea until the moment you finished. The movie was slightly more bearable due to the fact that we poured tiny bottles of rum into our giant cokes and turned it into a drinking game. Basically, you drink whenever the movie is on the screen.
Afterwards, in line for the ladies’ room, while I was concentrating on standing very gingerly so as not to put any more pressure on my bladder, Nicole Kidman walked out of the stall in front of me. After entering, I had to wonder if she was the one, or just one of many, who had peed on the seat.