So last night I saw Minority Report, a good movie that only the presence of Spielberg kept from being great. And then I went home. No drunken party for Our Bold Hero. Eh.

I had dinner with Graham at Perkin's, where we discussed the economic state of modern man, the various connotations of "I'm not one to judge", and the other usual odds and ends. Afterwards, we went to Best Buy and looked at DVDs--The Skulls, a hilarious nonstop thrill-ride, was on sale for $9.99, bundled with its straight-to-video sequel, the aptly titled The Skulls II--but neither of us bought anything.

Graham had initially stated his intention to go to the drunken party instead of seeing Minority Report with Larson, Kate, Jenna, Manney, and I, but our favorite blowhard kept vacillating all night. He ended up seeing Minority Report, deigning to spend time with his less cool friends, then rushing off to the party with Manney and Jenna in tow, but the whole situation irked me, because it wasn't a big deal either way.

We went back to Graham's, Manney came, and the three of us hung out for a while, until Graham kicked us out of his house so he could go to the aforementioned party, at which point we drifted to Jenna's and moved some furniture before the movie. Exciting stuff.

Anyways, it was a good night, methinks, minor annoyances (I got eleven hours of sleep this morning, so minor annoyances don't really bother me at this point) notwithstanding.