Meow. Meow meow. Meeeeeeeeeeeoooooooow!

So my Valentine's Day wasn't an entire write off...evidently I'm still not a girl who inspires men to send flowers or gifts or even a semi-squishy e-card but Saucy and I got together this afternoon for hours of non-stop, horror movie watching hilarity and it was good. All decapitation all the time baby. Except for the immolation and the odd impaling. Not to mention the drownings and the splat. Splat!! Our first installment of fun came in the form of the super fabulous Final Destination 2! Woo hoo! Bring on the gimp! That had nothing to do with either my night or the movie. I just like saying it. Bring on the gimp! So anyway, we hung out for awhile at his place partaking in the deathy goodness and then we headed out for a super fantastico dinner of pulled chicken at...somewhere I can't remember the name of and couldn't get into because apparently every damn kissy-face, bitch-ass couple in the greater Victoria area got there first, leaving us both chickenless and seatless. It was sad. So then we decided to slum it at stupid Kelsey's only to find the same damn couples hoarding tables there as well. How did they get there from the other place so quickly! Does love now make you able to teleport? Bastards. So we decided that we didn't want to go there anyway, thank you very much. We decided that obviously we were meant for bigger and better things. Like A&W in the mall. That's right baby. Bring on the watered down root beer and waxy ice cream float! Just so you know, the A&W in Tillicum Mall is the best A&W ANYWHERE. And by best I mean the absolute worst. It was craptastic. We laughed so hard the whole time that my watered down rootbeer almost came out my nose. Nothing says Valentine's Day like carbonated nose water. From there we wandered through the always lovely San Francisco store, trying on hats and admiring objects d'art. And then...(and THEN!!!???) the dollar store. Oh yeah. Full of it's dollary goodness. Good times were had. But that's nothing compared to the sweet, sweet pre-movie air hockey tournament. If only scoring points on yourself counted. I'd be the champ. And then there were games with guns!! We hunted. It was sweet. I tried to shoot him in the ass ala Dick Cheney (you can call me dick if you want to) but in vain. Then we killed zombies. Even more fun. Then we were out of tokens. Not nearly as much fun as you might think. So we went to our theatre to stake out seats and mock the asthetically challenged and we scored the BEST seats ever! No sarcasm. Dead centre of the row in the upper third of the theatre. My absolute favourite spot. Unless of course I'm in the mood for making out. Then it's straight for the back baby. :-) And holy crap. It was a retarded movie if ever I've seen one but it scared the crap out of me! And the best part about it was that it was scary in that things jumping out at you so you freak out for a second but don't carry it with you for the rest of the week kind of way which was just what I needed. No nightmares for me thanks! But also no more rollercoasters. I'm not even going to explain that one. 'Night!