Yesterday I went out with Amy and her long-time/best (I think) friend Nancy downtown for some correspondence (chatter) and nourishment (Jack Astor’s), as well as some thrills. We had planned to go (with Raf in tow) watch “The Dark Knight” in IMAX glory at 3:30 PM but the showing at the Scotiabank Theater on Richmond was sold out by the time we got there (to be fair, it was 3:25 PM and a Saturday afternoon showing). Having trekked all the way from the Eaton’s Center in the pouring rain (Amy and I comfortably squished under my umbrella-ella-ella and Nancy under hers) and itching for some superhero action, we would not be deterred. Using Amy’s three mysterious gift cards (which ended up only holding $5 a pop, as opposed to the expected two or three times that amount) and ten extra dollars each, we were soon in possession of three spiffy tickets for “The Dark Knight” in IMAX at 7:00 PM.
With approximately three-and-a-half hours to spend before the film, we had our work (of keeping ourselves and each other entertained) cut out for us. There is a Chapters + Starbucks next to the theater, and that is where we spent most of our following time. We sat around a Starbucks table, drying off, and browsing through my photos taken while in Hong Kong on my iPod. It was not so bad once I got comfy around Nancy (previously a vague stranger) and I started telling stories about the random items I snapped at. I had really been looking for an opportunity to show and tell to Amy about my trip and it was a bonus that Nancy enjoyed it too. Oh yeah, and skip-spinning coins over other coins is surprisingly fun. I suspect it would be even moreso on drugs.
Subsequently we went to acquire for ourselves some light reading material from the stacks. I gravitated towards “211 Things A Bright Boy Can Do” and “The Dangerous Book For Boys” while Amy went for collections of the “Suicide Bunnies”. Nancy also read through an entire graphic novel during our short nerd/worm session. When I went aside to look for “The Anarchist Cookbook” in the same section as “The Dangerous Book For Boys”, Amy came to help look too.
“Well, now that we’re alone…”
[Interesting ensued]
When asked about dinner suggestions, Nancy suggested we get crêpes from a nearby store. Amy and I both went up in arms, pointedly explaining that crêpes were most definitely not dinner material. I then spotted the Jack Astor’s just across the street (being somewhat taller than the females, perching grounds favoured me for spotting prey) and suggested we could “totally hit that up”. And hit that up we did. Amy picked a bluecheese burger with fries and Nancy picked a chicken parmagiano (I am almost sure I spelled that wrong) while I was classily taking a whizz in the washroom. That urinal flushes rivers. Anyway, when I got back and asked Amy what she had picked, I thought I might as well join her in trying something new out, so I got the same burger. It was pretty damn tasty, especially with all the Tobasco sauce I unloaded into the burger.
After dinner, we promptly went into the theater once again and muddled our way into the IMAX roomatorium. The screen was massive. The speakers (all forty-two of them) sounded amazing, coming from six different directions (take that, Dolby 5.1), and there was even a laser show to kick off the night. Without overstating anything, Batman never looked so stunning. Having seen it once already, this showing of “The Dark Knight” was actually/arguably quite a bit better than the first time around. The screen, for one thing, was easily four times bigger, and the six-storey tall IMAX shots were simply ecstasy (to Amy before the show, “I hope you won’t mind if I have an orgasm in my seat… Yeah.”). If you haven’t seen this movie yet, go see it in IMAX if you get a chance. And even if you have, see it again, in IMAX.
Anyway, after the movie, we sauntered down to Osgoode station and headed home. I saw a crazy lady on the bus. That was about it. Oh yeah, and did I mention that Amy made me a little birthday package thing full of sweet little goodies (including a stone fish-eleton necklace) in a hand-made poche-poche? It was and is very sweet, sort of like honey, but without the mess. Well, no mess until later.