Prada doesn't make blue and red tights.

     Vanity and I got to our nearest IMAX theatre (45 minutes away) to see Superman Returns on the big screen.  I had already bought the tickets on Fandango, so we got there and saw the line.  Some moviegoers will literally stand in line for an IMAX movie for HOURS so they can get a good seat.  Well, Vanity and I pull up some wall next to the line (it went out the door, and I wasn't about to stand in the sun to be at the back of the line).  Then, the fire alarm went off.  The theatre had to be evacuated, the fire department showed up, so Vanity and I left.  We heard over a loudspeaker as we left that our tickets would be good for a refund, so at least we aren't out that.  But that sucks, I was really looking forward to seeing the movie.  Another time I guess.

     Having our heart set on seeing a movie, we decided to come back to Stockton, and see something at the Civic Center Theatre, which is right near Bradleys, so it'll be a good opportunity to have a drink after.  We took R, a girl we had met at Bradleys the night before.  (You'll read the story in my upcoming Friday Night at Bradleys.  Just a preview:  I felt like THE MAN.)

     Because I was going to the movies with two, yep, thats right two, good looking girls, they decided on the movie:  The Devil Wears Prada.  The movie was funny in the beginning, even though Anne Hathaway was once again portrayed as homely in a movie, only to become georgeous later.  Sorry, but you can't really sell Anne Hathaway as homely... ever. Then the comedy left the movie, and it was just kind of boring.

     We went to Bradleys after the movie, and a bunch of people were there celebrating J's birthday.  Once again, it was nice to see a bunch of friends, especially since Friday was lacking a bit in the familiar faces.

     Vanity and I had to go, and had to decline on the after party invitations because of commitments made the next morning.