Ann: Oh Kong, you're my hero.
King Kong: Look woman, I just saved your ass. You owe me. (walks away)
Ann: Don't leave me alone in the jungle, Kong! (runs after Kong)
King Kong: Fine, you can ride on my shoulder. (throws Ann on his shoulder).
back at King Kong's viewing point
Ann: Watch me dance and make a fool out of myself so I can make a giant gorilla smile.
King Kong: You're not funny anymore. I just fought off three T-rexes to save you and you think a dance will make up for it? Women are too much trouble.
Ann: Yes, that's beautiful. It's beautiful.
Even through all this corniness, I cried at the end. Yes, I knew they would eventually kill off King Kong and he has to die at the end, but why did the stupid monkey have to risk his life for a girl????
The Boy fell asleep when Kong showed up in New York
So I threw a mini-belated-birthday-party-get-together on Saturday night and let's just say alcohol and bowling sure makes for a good time.
First, all the girls suck at bowling, including yours truly. I think we were competing to see who the biggest loser was. The one with lowest score wins! Yay! But I still placed second in that competition. Breaking 100 was the goal and I scored 90 on the first game and 75 on the second. Whoo hoo for me!
The boys, on the other hand, were competing to the death. And, they were the drunkest ones there, mostly because they were not driving home afterwards. The Boy was trying to show off his "bowling league" skills and had to up his game when the other guy informed us that he was also in a bowling league when he was younger. But the surprise came from the bowling newbie, who claimed that he has never gone bowling before in his life. We were all doubtful of that claim after his fifth strike in a row. Beginner's luck my ass. His quote of the day: "Yay, I finally went bowling! I can call myself white trash now."
How to make your opponent lose concentration during a game of billiards (pool, 8-ball, whatever):
--Squeeze that person's ass if he/she is standing right in front of you when trying to make a shot at the ball.
--Stand at the corner pocket opposite of the person aiming/shooting the ball and make funny faces, especially of ones where you're sticking out your tongue and lapping it like a dog.
--Yell "FORE" right when the person is about to hit the ball.
--Get the person to drink glass after glass of margaritas.
It was a rare sunny day in San Francisco yesterday, and so we took advantage of the weather and went shopping in Union Square. After three hours of idly walking around from store to store, I brought four pretty little tops to wear in "summer weather." I then realize that I'll probably never be able to wear these tops because it will never be 90 degrees in San Francisco. Which only means that the Boy needs to take me on weekend trips to sunnier areas: i.e. Sacramento, Vegas, San Diego, LA....
BF Quote of the day: "For every summer shirt you buy, I'll take you Sacramento for the weekend."
Okay, I bought four summer tops, I get four weekends in sunny weather somewhere, even if it's Sacramento.
* "movie cheating" is a term the Boy and I refer to when one watches a movie without the presence of the other. So far, each of us have movie cheated on the other three times. I still haven't forgiven him for watching Star Wars III without me though. And he really didn't want to watch Harry Potter IV, so that shouldn't even count.