Movie Night

What a pair of perfect paisley earrings huh?

Kinda reminds me of my friend Stef and I.  I've told you about her before right? I met her in uni, she's super smart, super sweet, super gorgeous, so on and so forth...

Well we had yet another fabulous evening out and I'm trying to spend as much time as I can with her before she goes off to New York to do a doctoral program there.

We started a low key evening, doing some light window shopping at Holt's and before we knew it, I was getting into a heated argument with a bunch of teenagers at the movie theater (we decided to see Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay). Basically we stole their seats, and one of their friends had to find another seat.  Now I know what you're thinking, that Sanaz is one big fat meany, but seriously, there were no seats left, and these kids were saving like 16 seats for their friends.  Anyhow, turned out that 15 friends showed up and we had taken two of their seats, so one of them had to sit down in front. I'm surprised that they didn't beat us down after the movie was over, and I was pretty sure that Stef and I were going to have a Roldie and Kumar night of our own.

Which by the way, I've always been a huge fan of John Cho and Kal Penn, I think that they too are a perfect pair and thought that it was by far the funniest thing I had seen in a long time. I've already read a bunch of reviews and blogs about how stupid the movie supposedly is (no duh, didn't people see the first one?) but Stef and I both thought that it was freakin' hilarious and the stupidity was definitely done on purpose.

So moral of the story? Stef and I really are a perfect pair, Harold and Kumar are perfect too and the paisley earrings are from UnicornKidsStudios sold on Etsy. Speaking of Unicorns... There are a few of those in the movie, along with Neil Patrick Harris, a whole lot of nudity, crude jokes and tonnes of racial references to ensure one terrific evening out. Oh and I think the rich Persian dude refereed to as Raza Said is supposed to be Reza Saeed... not that I would want my Persian heritage associated with his hairy goods (you'll have to watch the movie to understand what the heck I'm talking about).

All in all, good times had by all... well, maybe except for that poor lonesome teenager that I sent to the front row.   

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