Last night Mark and I went to see Dodgeball. Stupid but a metric ton of fun. I think it almost counter-balanced Mark's shitty day at work. Tonight we tried to see Crimes of the Heart (which I STILL keep trying to call Steel Magnolias) but we were just 2 of 6 people there and, in a surprise move, they called the show. Sandy never allowed a show I was working on to be called no matter what the size of the house. There was always someone in from somewhere in the Bush who wouldn't be able to see the show unless we went on. I'm a little jealous.
In party news, we hit Costco tonight. Guests, be warned.