George was justified.

He really was. There's something undeniably attractive about Indian culture: all that singing, and dancing, and the beautiful women! It all combines to create an absolutely sublime entertainment experience. Such is Bride and Prejudice. I've not seen much Bollywood as of yet, but so far I'm impressed. There's some bloody fabulous stuff they're churning out, though admittedly most of it's probably silly shite.
Anyway, I had to somehow get to the theatER didn't I? Well, contrary to my first choice of looking all spiffy and independant, and arriving at the designated hybrid cafe alone, good old dad decided he should drive me and that he should be benificent to all and let Brian drive. Oh yes... Let's learn how to PARK... and TURN AROUND... VEEERRRRY SLOOOOOWLY! So I ended up being twenty minutes late for poor Whitney who was sitting there all alone watching some weird old movie on the CBC. I felt bad, but then Meara got there and everything was happy:D
So while they watched the strange film, I sidled over to some bookshelves and debated whether to buy The Jungle Book or Ivanhoe. I got neither in the end.

But now it's Easter! yay! and I have to go to bed. bye.