Going To The Movies

Tonight is the release of the movie Prince of Persia starring everyone's favorite Jake Gyllenhaal as the Prince and guess who gets to go see it in all of its Regal Cinematic glory? That's right, me. I'm super excited. I didn't grow up with the video games though like Prince Charming did, so he's even more excited about it than I am. 

But what I love is that it's the midnight release. 

I'm old, people, I go to bed early. And by early I mean later than my parents but before 2 in the morning. So, Prince Charming and I bought energy drinks yesterday to save for tonight to ensure our awakeness and full enjoyment of said cinematic experience, lest we be falling asleep in our chairs. I usually start to drift off around 1 in the morning unless I've fallen asleep before then and I know the Prince of Persia is going to need more than an hour to tell me his story about his dagger of time. 

Besides the epic quantity of our movie theater excitement, I am not only going with just Prince Charming but also quite a few people are attending, including but not limited to TheKeeper, TheKeeper's obnoxious but lovable best friends who are like little brothers to me except that they lack the biological link, Prince Charming's friends who are more like just friends but I love them all too, and one of our co-worker's from camp who may or may not be bringing along another co-worker as well. 

There is a grand time to be had by all somewhere wrapped up in that mess. 

But I love social gatherings. Togetherness. Except I only like social gatherings with people that I know. Shove me in a room full of strangers and I will stick to myself. If I were a turtle (imagine such a thing!) I would probably just hole myself up inside my shell. I don't usually just put myself all out there unless the situation calls for it. Which is few and far between. Like blue moons made of cheese. 

Whatever. 

On a different note but still kind of similar to the whole 'togetherness' notion I was speaking of earlier, my grandparent's are coming over for lunch today. They're trying to sell their house so they can move to Arizona to be by my mom's little sister and her husband and darling daughter. I don't want them to go. Honestly, they haven't been around much in my growing up years and since they've been over in Spokane it's been nice having them around - only to disappear again? 

We'll see what happens.

But anyways, their bodies will be occupying our house while unknown humans walk through their house. Because of the whole 'maybe we are moving back to Arizona deal' they're having an open house to see if anyone will purchase their home, you see. And since it's an open house they are not to be present which means since I'm home from school and not working yet I get to hang with them. 

We're having chicken. 

(And if you'd like to read a review on the movie tomorrow after we see it, head over here to read what Princey has to say about the film. :-) )

When I Was Little I Was An Indian. Fact.

When I was little we had a tree in our backyard that we called 'the naked tree.' It was so dubbed because occasionally we would get some heavy gusts of wind, and every time we would get some wind this tree would drop branches. 

It was slowly becoming naked.

We collected the branches from the naked tree and made a wikiup. A wikiup is a Native American form of housing, like a teepee but made from the branches of a tree. We were really proud of ourselves for knowing this,  and consequently played 'Indians' in the backyard because we weren't interested in being politically correct. 

In the corner of the yard there was a current berry bush, and in the summertime it was always full of little red sour berries. They weren't that great to eat on their own, but crush them up and douse them in sugar and you have some fine jam.

Steal a few slices of bread on a Warrior Indian Raid and you have yourself a meal.

And also, cool names were a must. I remember coming up with things like "Blooming Flower" or "Purple Lilac" or "White Wolf" etc, etc. There was always a Chief who had to have a Squaw because we were equal opportunity tribe leaders.

This is code for the simple fact we got to be 'in a relationship' with our secret neighborhood crushes without making it awkward. 

But sometimes tribe members would get too rowdy. Naturally we were forced to exile them. The rebels would congregate in the corner of the yard opposite the current berry bush so that they would have to pass our tribe in order to forage for food.

This allowed for us to attack them for entering our territory. Some people would be wounded and some people would die. But the dead ones just came back as other warriors, so no one was really damaged. 

We would play this game a lot, pretending to be Indians. Especially when I was in 4th grade because that's when you learn about Idaho history and Lewis and Clark and Sacajawea.

And you know, it was either that or baseball in the front yard. But we always played with a tennis ball that got lost in the prickly bushes until one of us went and found it and the pitcher always sucked.