Friday night we rented "The Score" but we fell asleep in the middle-ish. The highlight of the night, however, was that we have discovered the absolute best Ben & Jerry's flavor ever: Peanut Butter Me Up, which is "a peanut butter caramel core surrounded by chocolate and peanut butter ice creams with fudge chips". Yes. YES. Jesus fucking GOD it's AMAZING.
Saturday we had a surprise birthday party for a friend out in Williamsburg. The theme (because of course there has to be a theme) was "Come as your favorite comedian". Kath (kayhoe, aka "the woman") went as Gilda Radner's Brownie character, Judy Miller; I came as a very disheveled Woody Allen (which nobody could figure out until I whipped up a little "I *heart* Soon-Yi" button). The party started at 12pm, however, which meant that we had to be there at 11am, which meant that we had to leave Kath's apartment in Brooklyn Heights at 10:15am, which meant that we had to be up at 9ish. Which sucked. But the party itself was great. Following that, we went back to Kath's place and crashed for a dozen hours or so.
Sunday - woke up at 7am, inexplicably. Got breakfast, watched the rest of "The Score" - it sucked, yes, but contrary to jdixon's opinion I didn't think it was Brando's fault; it was just that the movie flat-out sucked. Then, randomly, we both decided to get haircuts. Eventually I made it back to Queens and did absolutely nothing but get high and watch "Bottle Rocket". Kumar fucking rocks, especially during the big heist scene when he says "I've lost my touch, man."
Which reminds me - jongre - I didn't even notice that you had called until this morning. Sorry, dude!