It was better than staying home. And that's completely truthful.
But to add another truthful comment, it was a bit dull and uneventful.
Had the French Toast at Walker Bros. Should have stuck with the omelet.
We watched Murder by Death, which was pretty good. Very Clueesque, but I would have preferred to be watching Clue.
Then Bridgette and I watched part of The Ninth Gate while Lewis went home and Jenny and Steph played chess(?) upstairs. It was really weird. We only watched for about a half hour, but rather fucked up. Who the hell is the flying chick?
Anyway, I got tired and decided to come home.
Are there ever days that you feel really young? Like a child? Not childish, or immature...just young.
I'm going to sleep now.