My wife and I went to the cinema on Saturday (for the first time in 5 years!) to watch The Artist before it disappears from the schedules forever.
Things have moved on a bit since we last went - reserved seating? What's this? Still, that's cool - it means we can skip the trailers and get back to our seats just in time to see the usual anti-piracy messages. I'd planned on not drinking much (that would be in the bar afterwards, and in moderation), and there was No. Way. I was having ice cream.
Guess what. I got to the cinema and saw those magic words. Ben & Jerry's. You can guess what happened. But HOW MUCH?! And of course nowadays you have to get your tickets from the refreshments counter. Clever. Very clever.
And I wasn't planning on drinking. Wrong again. One in the bar across the road; two (small ones) with the meal afterwards and a YUMMY banana bread beer in the bar after that.
Still, I did go out on the bike on Saturday AND down the gym on Sunday. Somehow I don't think that's going to compensate for the ice-cream and the baklava.
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