Sleep, anyone?

So, last night (this morning?) i went to a 12:01 showing of X-Men: Wolverine with my meetup group. Sure, i could have gone to the 7:00 tonight, but most of my friends were going to the 12:01...and why not live a little, right?

So, after mom fusses with fixing my hair and all, my ride shows up. Figures, he has a convertible.

Blah blah blah. Get there, blah blah. Waiting for everyone. End up sitting in the theater playing Scrabble on my friend's iPhone.

Way too much amusement, there.

Time passes, we're still the only ones. No response from the group organizer (Unusual, for her.)

Wait more.

Right before the coming attractions, a guy (new member) walks up to the row behind us, and asks if they were the meetup group. So me and Derek (my friend), wave our hands and summon him over.

YES! Three out of...like..10 members present!

I then had a stroke of genius, and called a group member that i was originally going to carpool with, so i had his number. Ends up, he was in the next theater over, completely alone. So he joined our little rag tag group.

Movie, yay!

See, i'm tired. There was really no point in a longwinded explanation of nothing, except for the fact that after getting home at 2:30 am, i wasn't particularly tired, so i watched an episode of Queer As Folk.

Then, sleep.

Woke up at 8:30 after turning of the television at 4, to maintenence hammering at the door to do work in the apartment.

Mnk. Would like s'mores sleep. Yep.