Friday night out

DSD, Fatgirl, and I met up for dinner and a movie last evening. While waiting for Fatgirl, DSD and I got a bit of shopping done at Suntec City. I had a $20 voucher for Dorothy Perkins and asked DSD to meet me at the store. By the time I got there, she'd already picked out two tops she liked. I recommended the brighter and sexier (low neckline) piece, and proceeded to find something for myself. The first piece I tried was a pair of black gauchos but they sat so low on my hips I pulled them off two seconds after trying them on. Then I found a black camisole patterned with small white flowers and edged with black lace that actually came in my size. We paid up, zipped out of the store and headed to another. We only meant to briefly admire the shirts in Raoul's store for women, but DSD wound up trying on a red shirt-dress, which she bought only after Fatgirl and I told her to choose that instead of the boring black version. I do like several of the slim fit shirts there, but since I don't work in an office setting now, I have no reason to buy such spiffy shirts.

Dinner was a bit of a disppointment. We had fondue at Swiss Culture, but when you have to pay about $40 for just a pot of cheese and a basket of bread, it affects the enjoyability of the enitre meal. Plus, DSD and Fatgirl were still hungry after we paid the bill. But we had to rush for our movie, X-Men 3, which we were late for anyway even though we arrived on time; it seemed to have started early, a real first in the cinema.

The movie wasn't bad, quite a fun watch, though I wish there were more development on Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix. Much of the plot focused on her, but there was barely any emotional or character development. I did note that when Jean morphs into Dark Phoenix (the film actually refers to her as "Phoenix" and not really "Dark Phoenix," but I want to be a purist here), and her eyes get all inky black, her expression reminds me very much of Carrie in one of her rages. I thrilled at the close-ups of her face - you get to see the slivers of slowly darkening purple veins on Jean Grey's nose and temple.

If anyone's watching this film soon, a word of advice: stay till the end of the credits. You get a little something extra. Oh, and I really like Ellen Page (recently seen in Hard Candy) who plays Shadow Cat or Kitty Pryde. Why? Because she's my height and size, and I love watching small girls make big - she gets quite a bit of action in the fim. She also looks much younger than her 19 years, another trait I have to endure as well (I've come to accept that I look more girlish than womanly).

DSD and Fatgirl left for midnight shopping at Raffles City while I caught the number 10 bus home. I watched four little kids squirm in their seats (changing them fairly frequently too) as they watched baby cockroaches circling their feet and zigzagging along the boards at the back of their heads. Sitting at the back of the lower deck of the bus subjects you to this sort of putrid pressure - your vision following the path of waltzing cockroaches and your pulse racing as you wonder if you'll soon be feeling something crawling up your ankle or tickling your scalp.

I think a flu's coming on.

Posted by Monoceros at June 3, 2006 11:39 AM