...or, in this case, 7:00 PM.
In theory,
last night was supposed to be about
but, is a night out with LC ever really about what it was supposed to be?
Somehow...
...got involved.
Followed by...
Whose fault?
Well, the owner of the theatre...
a right-wing conspiracy-theorist nut case
(according to LC, and justifiably so!)
who happens to have a strange penchant for Ring Pops
and who thinks Fortune Cookies are part of the movie-going experience.
Oh!...Did I forget to mention
the blood on the wall?
and
"He's whacking. He's whacking.
Look at him. He's whacking."
And don't even get me started on...
due to the 2 Daves
(which, by the way, were on special)
In any case, afterwards, as we made our way out of the deserted mall...
...via Bedrock.
...I couldn't help but ask myself
"what the hell happened tonight?"
It was like I had gotten swept up into some weird political thriller...
...Kabuki style, of course.
Fortunately, I made it home in one piece.
The End