walking out of a movie
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2001.10.28
Today was Heidi's birthday. We had a party at my place, which included streamers and balloons and string-in-a-can (thanks to Charlie and Ken). We went out and had a great dinner at a great sea food joint, and then we decided to go and see one of the worst movies I've ever seen in a theater. It was Rat Race, and Charlie had read good reviews about it somewhere. It was so bad, we walked out after 45 minutes.