9:30 PM Tuesday night
Princess is cuddled up in bed, PJ’s on, with a trashy Nora Roberts novel that her Dear Anon insisted she just HAD to read.
Text message annoying sound
Princess: (in head) Where the #$#&%@!^ is my cell phone?! That thing’s gonna keep beeping until I acknowledge it. How do I turn off that @#@#%&*^ feature?
Text from My Dear Anon: We need to c a movie this weekend
In Princess’s Head: Bossy!
Text from Princess: I’m free on Friday
P's head: Because I have no life apparently
Text: MDA: Cool r u good to c a 3d movie
Text: P: What movie?
P: I’m in bed!
MDA: I didn’t want to type it out
P’s head: why not? I’m the one incapable of abbreviating anything. I so need to learn txt speak!
MDA: My Bloody Valentine
P: 3d horror. Cool.
P: So what's it about?
MDA: I don't know
P: Who’s in it?
MDA: No one.
MDA: No wait! I mean Dean Morgan is in it!
P’s head: really?! He’s so dreamy! Wait a minute
P: No he’s not.
MDA: I’m totally gonna tell you that everytime I want to convince you to see a movie now.
Imaginary scenario in theatre:
P: When do I get to see Jeffrey Dean Morgan?
P’s head: He’s so dreamy. I love Denny. I mean until he started have ghosty sex all the time. Wtf is up with that? Why does he want Izzy anyways? He should love ME. Oh wait. Imaginary characters. Nevermind.
MDA: Well…he only has a cameo in this movie. If you blink you might miss him.
MDA: There! Did you see him?! Oh. He’s gone.
P: Where? Where?
P’s head: I’m totally telling her that Jet Li is in the next girly chick movie that I want to drag her to. That’ll show her. (FYI- she luuurrrves Jet Li. Don't know why we're friends really)
So, even though I know absolutely nothing about this movie, and My Dear Anon had NO info either, apparently we're going to see it. Cause it's horror. And 3D.
We're cool that way.