'Cause 2 out of 3 ain't bad...

Weekend is almost over. My entertainment batteries received a healthy shot in the arm. It was almost a perfect trifecta...almost.

Friday:
Went to CR and saw Emo Philips at Penguins Comedy Club. No...strike that...We sat at the stage of Emo Philips. (Note to MY 1986 self: Emo Philips, yeah that guy on the tv, is going to make fun of your hat 20 years in the future...be ready). It was a great show for dentists and normal folk.

Saturday morning:
Watched the season finale of Battlestar Galactica....
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*runs around room screaming*AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*runs around room some more*AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!....okay....I'm better now. Holy frak! What a show! What a cliffhanger! Never saw it coming. Dear gods.

Saturday night:
Went and saw Date Movie. Worst. Movie. Ever. The sight of the dear Alyson Hannigan was the only thing keeping me from gouging out my eyes and leaving the theatre. Unf*ckingbelievable. Damn you Hollywood. Damn you.

So, right now the only thing that could make-up for it would be a lap dance from Catherine Zeta-Jones.