bliumchik | (no subject)

I saw Hairspray with my parents tonight. My primary reaction can be summed up in one word: a-fucking-dorable. I mean, right from scene ONE I was just going "eeee! cute!"

We watched the movie in this odd little restaurant/theatre in Kings Cross - vegetarian Indian food, and then you lie on these huge couches with pillows and watch the movie lying down. The food was quite good, and thankfully I'm more or less okay with spices now. I still don't get exactly what they add to the flavour of your food (aside from a burning sensation on the tongue) now that we live in a time of non-medieval refrigeration, but I guess it's just a culinary habit.

Anyway, we watched the movie and some randoms threw pillows around and then we had a giggle over the leetle books in the hallway about transcending psychic planes to saturn through buddha and john lennon, or something. Then my mum insisted that we wander around in search of ice cream. I was somewhat doubtful about this idea, but after passing no less than fourteen sex shops, six nightclubs, two ...probably hookers, a migrating party, a herd of motorbike racers and many cops, we finally found an all-night gelato store. Then I walked through Kings Cross while eating an ice-cream and didn't get leered at hardly at all, while firmly suppressing my mother's urge to be hip by calling people "cool dudes".

It's one am again. I've a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of this hour for the next few months.

It's kind of awesome.