Let’s play catch-up, shall we? So, on Sunday we saw The Incredibles. It rocks. Go read Thom’s review, then run out and see this movie. By the way, if I ever accumulate enough resources to have a professional design my dream home, my first question to him or her will be, “Have you seen The Incredibles?” Seriously, I want a tiki dining room with freakin’ lava flowing down one wall.
After the movie we went to Target, where one moment we were lamenting the creeping of the holidays earlier and earlier into the year, and the next moment we were buying Christmas stockings with classic Pooh and Piglet on them. Aww.
While at Target we went through the toy section, and I couldn’t tear myself away from the Bratz dolls, especially the “boyz.” Have you seen these? I suppose they’re marketed to pre-teen girls, but as a gay man Barbie-deprived as a child, I’m totally going to buy myself one for Christmas. (Watch, next thing you know I’ll be making clothes for them.) In all, I guess it was a day to be a kid.
Late Sunday night, however, I got sick with some stomach-related something (man, it was a bad scene), and stayed home the next day. By Tuesday I was feeling better, but even now I’m still a bit tired, which is why I haven’t been writing this week.
Tomorrow night—Thom has the day off, grr—we’re going to the Kennedy Center for Washington National Opera’s production of Il Trovatore. It’s the first outing, if you will, of their GLBT program, Out @ the Opera. Should be fun.
Whew. And last but not least: happy birthday, Dad!