Last night George and I went to see Hitch. It was v funny, I
definitely recommend it. If grumpy George laughs at it, you know
it’s funny. Why was George grumpy (besides the usual level of
grumpiness)? Because we sat in the wrong theater for 15 minutes
with three ladies. Oops! When I went to complain to the manager,
I realized that we were sitting in the theater for the 8:00
show, not the 7:15 show. But they did offer us a refund, which
we did not take them up on. It was, I suppose, technically our
fault for not looking at the signs, but also I blame the
ticket-taker for not pointing us in the right direction. She was
not so bright.

Anyway, we made it to the theater just as the movie was starting
(I hate missing the previews!) and it was v good. Go see
it. I still can’t bring myself to see The Aviator or $1,000,000
Baby (I like to write it that way) because they look so dull, so
we saw Hitch instead.

New gym is awesome. I love it so much. It’s clean, it’s
friendly, and it’s run by a hospital, so it’s safe. I can’t wait
until Tuesday when I get my assessment. Well, I can wait
if they plan to check my body fat with calipers (shudder) but if
they just make me do the electronic kind, that’s okay. Mostly I
can’t wait for them to figure out a weight-training routine for
me. So I can be buff.