Dammit.
Allow me to clarify - the Packers lost in a last minute field goal by the Vikes....2 damn seconds left and one 56 yeard field goal attempt, and I still can't believe they made it. Holy damn.
My parents were up this weekend, my dad came to the game with Jon and I and my mom, who couldn't possibly care any less about football, was the free babysitter.
We all had a really good time at the game, got harrassed by some Viking freaks, and had one too many alcoholic beverages. Jon had to leave for work at the 2 minute warning, so he was gone for the tail end of the game. But as the game ends, I get 4 text messages on my phone and they all say "fell" and they all were from my mom. I just kind of smirked because I knew she'd had the game on TV for the hell of it and yes, the Packers "fell" to the Vikings. But I started to wonder if maybe she meant SHE fell so I tried to call her and OF COURSE, just like after EVERY metrodome game, I couldn't use my phone. People rushing out of the dome after every game played there hop on their cellies to call friends, family, whoever and getting through to anyone via cell phone downtown is damn near impossible. So, I got nervous and grabbed my dad's hand and pushed my way through the crowds of people toward the lightrail, our train. I decided since it was going to be so crowded, there's be no cops on the train checking tickets so dad and I pushed ahead in the group of lightrailers to get on and then dad saw guards checking tickets before letting riders even get in line! FUCKING A. So we ran back to the ticket booth, stood in the long ass line, and bought 2 tickets. Got back in the now bigger crowd to get on the rail, and I finally got a call through to my mom at my house. She had indeed fallen and needed a ride to the ER. Fabulous. No way in hell we were going to be getting on a train for at least another 30-40 min the way the lines were, etc. So, we plowed our way through the crowd, showed the guards our tickets, and ran to get ahead of people walking toward the line. A train had just pulled up and I was determined to catch it. It was already chuck full, but we pushed ahead AGAIN and I shoved my dad into the already overloaded train and I squeezed in next to him, trying with all of my might to shove in so the rail workers wouldn't tell me I wouldn't fit and to get off and wait for the next one. I was so happy when the doors closed and the light rail took off. 3 minutes later, we were at our stop, squeezed through the sardine-like passengers to get to the opening doors, burst out and started to book it for the car. Like we RAN. Hard core ran, y'all! I'm SO out of shape, by the way! We get to the car, and I fly the mile back to my house, pick up mi madre and head to the ER. And in case you were wondering, I did it all with a wicked buzz. (But I told my mom I had sobered up - shhhhhh!) 
So what happened was that she was trying to take their over-hyper dog out to pee and the stupid dog saw a squirrel and took off to catch it, pulling my mom off my stoop steps and dragging her behind on the leash.
The damage: One sprained ankle, one broken wrist and a cut, fat lip. My poor mommy.
But all was well, she is OK, and they left this morning.
But what a weekend. Bad luck day for Packer fans, I guess.
Allow me to clarify - the Packers lost in a last minute field goal by the Vikes....2 damn seconds left and one 56 yeard field goal attempt, and I still can't believe they made it. Holy damn.
My parents were up this weekend, my dad came to the game with Jon and I and my mom, who couldn't possibly care any less about football, was the free babysitter.
We all had a really good time at the game, got harrassed by some Viking freaks, and had one too many alcoholic beverages. Jon had to leave for work at the 2 minute warning, so he was gone for the tail end of the game. But as the game ends, I get 4 text messages on my phone and they all say "fell" and they all were from my mom. I just kind of smirked because I knew she'd had the game on TV for the hell of it and yes, the Packers "fell" to the Vikings. But I started to wonder if maybe she meant SHE fell so I tried to call her and OF COURSE, just like after EVERY metrodome game, I couldn't use my phone. People rushing out of the dome after every game played there hop on their cellies to call friends, family, whoever and getting through to anyone via cell phone downtown is damn near impossible. So, I got nervous and grabbed my dad's hand and pushed my way through the crowds of people toward the lightrail, our train. I decided since it was going to be so crowded, there's be no cops on the train checking tickets so dad and I pushed ahead in the group of lightrailers to get on and then dad saw guards checking tickets before letting riders even get in line! FUCKING A. So we ran back to the ticket booth, stood in the long ass line, and bought 2 tickets. Got back in the now bigger crowd to get on the rail, and I finally got a call through to my mom at my house. She had indeed fallen and needed a ride to the ER. Fabulous. No way in hell we were going to be getting on a train for at least another 30-40 min the way the lines were, etc. So, we plowed our way through the crowd, showed the guards our tickets, and ran to get ahead of people walking toward the line. A train had just pulled up and I was determined to catch it. It was already chuck full, but we pushed ahead AGAIN and I shoved my dad into the already overloaded train and I squeezed in next to him, trying with all of my might to shove in so the rail workers wouldn't tell me I wouldn't fit and to get off and wait for the next one. I was so happy when the doors closed and the light rail took off. 3 minutes later, we were at our stop, squeezed through the sardine-like passengers to get to the opening doors, burst out and started to book it for the car. Like we RAN. Hard core ran, y'all! I'm SO out of shape, by the way! We get to the car, and I fly the mile back to my house, pick up mi madre and head to the ER. And in case you were wondering, I did it all with a wicked buzz. (But I told my mom I had sobered up - shhhhhh!)
So what happened was that she was trying to take their over-hyper dog out to pee and the stupid dog saw a squirrel and took off to catch it, pulling my mom off my stoop steps and dragging her behind on the leash.
The damage: One sprained ankle, one broken wrist and a cut, fat lip. My poor mommy.
But all was well, she is OK, and they left this morning.
But what a weekend. Bad luck day for Packer fans, I guess.
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I REALLY like that they got Michelle Yeoh to play Mameha, even though she certainly isn't all at how I pictured her. Only a couple of the actors are even Japanese. And Zhang Ziyi is playing Sayuri! That's cool. She's hot.
I guess most of the movie was filmed on a set in LA. But check this out. From IMdB.com:
Some of the scenes were filmed at Hakone Japanese Gardens, located in Saratoga California. The film crew damaged a number of very expensive and rare hand-woven Japanese tea mats while shooting.
Great.