Took Sigmund to the vet Monday and as I suspected, he's going to need some teeth pulled SOON! ACK!
Wednesday - Jeannie had her Dog and Chick gathering. Yum - yum -yum. We played Cowgirl which turned out to be this funky therapy session. TMI from me as usual.
Friday - Key Largo @ IMA - Lauren Bacall was thin as a rail. I could not keep my eyes off of the Gangster's clothing and shoes. Yet another past-her-prime drunk chick to slap around. Ugh. I must say, of all the stereotypes presented in these classic films, that's the one that actually makes me angry. A drunk guy is ok - everyone sort of accepts that it's business as usual. But...oh..need someone to talk down to or slap around? Hey, just smack the dame at the end of the bar; she's just a lush and will welcome the attention. Growl...
Saturday - Zenith @ Georgetown 14 - A little bit of work and this could've been really good. As it was, cool concept, but no follow through on parallel story line or convincing 30-years-in-the-future look or feel. Peter Scanavino was believable as Dumb Jack, although no one ever called him that. No one really seemed happy and no one seemed to be at a loss for words.
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