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Whee! Caro and I had fun today.

We went downtown first and had lunch at place called Brewbaker's, where I had the best sandwich I have ever had in my entire life. I won't bore you with the details, but god it was fabulous and worth every one of the rather too many cents I spent on it. Then we wandered randomly for a while until we decided to bus out to the mall. Well, malls. There are two within a ten-minute walk from each other. Carolyn looked at scanners for a while, then we went to the liquor store. (That's how they sell alcohol in Canada, or at least in New Brunswick. No alcohol in grocery stores or convenience stores or anything like that. Just liquor stores.) This store, by the way, was right in the mall parking lot, same as one might find a Border's or a Filene's in the States. We browsed extensively, because it was fun, then purchased rather too much. Well, I purchased it, 'cos Caro is still underage. But get this: Furnishing alcohol to minors? Doesn't appear to be illegal here. I gathered that from the very polite note on the bag asking that I "please" not buy alcohol for minors. So, it's not encouraged, but the very fact that they are asking so nicely tells me that I didn't break any laws when I bought Caro's Bacardi Limon. This American found the whole thing hilarious. They sure as hell don't say "please" in the States.

Then we walked over to the other mall. Hey, did I mention it was pissing down? Because it was. It's supposed to rain all week. Wooo. We both got soaked, especially Caro, since she was walking nearest to the road and at least one driver wasn't too concerned about avoiding puddles. In the mall, I confirmed that I had indeed happened to bring my brush, thus preventing my hair from redrying into a horrible snarly mess. Yay!

More random wandering. I found stash boxes for sale that were openly labelled as such - can you imagine finding such a thing in an American mall? Then I got the Best T-Shirt Ever. There's this great store called Groovy Things, and they have this cool set-up where you look through books of various designs, and then pick something (shirts, hoodies, undies) to have the design transferred to. And they do it right on the spot. I picked a black babydoll (my very first babydoll T, by the way) and this awesome silver sparkly outline of David Bowie's face, with his last name underneath it. So cool. I didn't even mind paying a price that was ridiculous even after I mentally converted it to American dollars. Is a fabulous shirt. I was mostly dry by then, but my shirt was still soaked, so I put it right on while it was still warm.

Then we went to go see League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. And . . . oh, I'm sorry, alleycatstrike, since I saw it mainly for your sake, but man did it SUCK. (Not, to be clear, that I blame you.) I knew it would, I'd been warned by Betsey and by Mary Ann Johanson (read that review, it's hysterical), but ever the optimist, I went in like, "I like bad movies!"

But this is the bad kind of bad movie. And you know what you're in for the second Sean Connery starts talking, because he shoundsh like a shelf-parody. It'sh sho shad. It's like he's forgotten what he really talks like, so he's just trying for what he thinks he sounds like.

Also? You know a movie is horrible when the best thing about it is Stuart frigging Townsend, AKA He Who Somehow Managed To Screw Up Lestat.

I'm not saying it didn't have its moments. There were a few laughs. My favourite part was when a character announces that the next destination is Paris, and quite literally about seven seconds later, the scene changes and the caption "PARIS" flashes up on the screen. I just about pissed myself laughing. Caro actually felt the need to shush me. The ending is classic too. It comes about an hour after the actual plot runs out, and it's so ridiculous I was actually too stunned to laugh for a few seconds.

Yeah, the plot. ( Okay, spoiler. )

Also, the effects sucked and the camerawork was all horrible and shaky and ADHD in places and actually made it harder for me to follow the movie. Not that there was much to follow plotwise; I actually thought I was lost for a while until I realized that there just wasn't anything for me to have gotten lost in. I'd drift off for a while, realize that I'd been staring at the screen for like five minutes without taking in a single thing, and be able to rejoin without missing a beat. Which to me is the equivalent of being able to tune in to a soap two or three times a year and keep track without a problem.

The only truly good thing about the movie? Carolyn works at the theatre, so we didn't have to pay for our tickets. A free movie is a good movie, even when it sucks to the point where you spend the last half just wishing it would end.