Like so many tales before it, this one begins with "The movie we wanted to see was sold out".

It ends with "Poo-tee-weet?"

The movie we wanted to see was sold out.

The blame for this falls squarely on me. If I had not left twenty minutes before the 7:30 showing of 'The Grudge' began, I believe there would have been tickets left for us. As it was, I had at some point intended to see 'The Forgotten' by myself, so I suggested that.

I dont know how long your record is for staring at Julianne Moore without feeling anything near compassion, but 96 minutes is my personal best.

I'm accustomed to bad movies. (I've seen Secret Window THREE TIMES, and the first was by choice) And I happened to be with somebody that I'm fond of, and therefor could make sarcastic comments to without getting arrested.

So I was able to ignore my failure until it became apparent that my present company was not enjoying herself. Simulatenously, it became apparent that I could not blame her. Because of my absentmindedness (alterantively, my obession with perfecting my hair) we had missed our chance at the movie we set out to see. And my one-line dry wit is not quite on par with Bruce Campbell.

Now, should The Forgotten have proven itself worthy of the title 'Best Movie Ever' with a great twist, or even a TWIST at all, the evening would have been justified.

The Fucking Forgotten is NOT the Best Movie Ever.

Incidentally, Tall Sarah's phone number comes up as 'Restricted' on my cell.

On the way out, I ran into other Jason. Me and Other Jason talked for a bit about how he was meeting a friend of his here for 'The Grudge', a movie he himself didnt want to see.

I went home and fixed put my Healthy Choice dinner in the microwave.

It sounded like a bird: Poo-tee-weet?