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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Tuesday 28 November 2006 (Day View)
28.11.2006 – Tuesday 28 November – The Borat Saga, Part 1
- • I worked.
- • Jalyn got back.
- • I’ve been trying to go see Borat ever since it came out last Thursday. Everyone was busy on Thursday so I arranged to see it with some friends on Friday. Come Friday, they were sunburnt and too tired—even though they then stayed up all night. Saturday I was seeing another movie, and Sunday was out. Monday people said they’d come, but not until Tuesday, and on Tuesday they couldn’t go because girls they were chasing wanted to go on Thursday.
So, I decided I’d go anyway—but I couldn’t pre-book tickets as Bronwen said she’d probably come, but she wasn’t sure what time. Being the clever, modest, and organised individual that I am, I arranged to meet her at the cinema, well in advance of the movie, and had showered and left ready to catch the bus, with plenty of time to spare, when she called to say she’d rather come home first and get pizza. I advised her there would not be enough time, but women being women (fortunately, I suppose—women who aren’t women, or are UQ Union members, are disturbing), I ended up walking up to the pizza place, getting all hot and sweaty and ruining my lovely freshly-showered effect, to get pizza. Unsurprisingly, we then missed the bus, had to rush and catch another bus, amazingly still getting to the cinema just in time—to find that it was sold out.