Had a lunch meeting with my sister, her faince and my friend C, the wedding planner. I ordered the Indian lamb curry, which tasted like Irish stew...with beef. Should have known better than to order a curry from a wannabe British pub chain located in Vancouver and expect it to be authentic.
After lunch, I decided to go watch I *heart* Huckabees. It was a little zany, but I enjoyed it. Not exactly Oscar-worthy performances, but thought-provoking in a light-hearted presentation. I probably would have enjoyed it more if the theatre hadn't been so suffocatingly hot. In the middle of the movie, I started stipping of any removable layers that could be taken off without crossing the boundaries of common decency. Although in hindsight, the theatre was pitch dark, so nobody would have batted an eyelash at my exposure - indecent or otherwise.
Check out the corporate website, if you have time. It's a piece of work in and of itself. Reminds me of Sam Walton's place, only more upscale. Speaking of which, I found out yesterday at the exhibit that Walton has more people in uniform than the entire US Army. Scary!
Blackbird :: Sarah McLachlan
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