A Good Thing to Do: Go see X2 with a friend as squealishly infatuated with Alan Cumming as you are. Man, our post-movie quasi-meal at Chili's was NUTS.
I'd go into detail, but it's 1:38AM and I have to wake up at an ungodly hour to catch my plane to Santa Fe, where I'll be for two weeks. I'll try to find a place with internet access (withdrawal! wah!), but I have no guarantees.
And yes, I will be revisiting the Spa of Doom immortalized in my Epic Poem. Wah. I wonder if I should bring my copy of "The Hobbit" to add surrealism?
