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Went out with baudot last night. During dinner (at a nifty place with stupid coi -- they refused to eat!), the lovely Alex asked if she could join us.

We met up at baudot's place, played with the pigs for a bit then headed out to see Ocean's 13. This is where the fun and adventure began.

First we couldn't find parking. There was a big sign for the theater over the garage, but apparently it was really just for Ross (who we decided owns far too many cars which must be why he dresses so cheaply).

Then we found another parking garage. Alex was concerned we wouldn't be able to find her car but baudot and I assured her we would.

Then we went to AMC Burbank 16. Nope, not our theater. They direct us to the six. We can't find it. End up in a different mall. Some nice people tell us there's a theater upstairs and one around the corner. We find the AMC 8 is the one in the mall. So we begin hunting the for the six. We go outside the mall and wander down a street. Alex is on a mission to find this place. We get to a corner and it looks like there's nothing around but parking garages. We start going back the way we came and just as I smell popcorn, Alex sees some Mexican at a bus stop with the popcorn. She asks them where the theater is. Baudot asks. They say they don't speak English so I bust in with my Spanish. As Mr. baudot put it, "It was like 'Oh shit, she just called our bluff!'" It worked though. The lone female pointed us in the right direction.

We finally get to theater, after going through a maze of stairs and finally having an employee let us in through a back door, only to find out we really needed to be at the eight. Damn.

We're at least 20 minutes late to the movie at this point. We can't print the tickets we bought online from the kiosk because it's out of paper so baudot waits in line. I sat behind the ticket booth because frankly I don't usually exercise that much. The girl working the booth calls over her manager because she some how messed up the tickets. He helps her fix them. I go wait next to Alex and baudot to see what's up.

Bless his heart, baudot was sooooo angry (I'm inwardly giggling the entire time because it would seem I can't get to the movies on time ever and it's just so deliciously ironic that we left well in advance of the damn start time and are now soooo late for the movie). He complained to the manager and so we got to see three-fourths of a movie for free.

After the movie we tried going to COld Sont, but they were closed. Alex tried convincing them to just give her left overs or something. It was cute, sad and totally funny.

Now begins the second part of the adventure. We can't remember where we parked. My sense of direction is a bit off so we're not finding the garage. We know it's near a gym so using his iPhone, we looked up the world's gym and it gave us the city clerk -- helpful! We wandered for a good while and did indeed find the car, eventually.

I had a great time. But maybe it's just that if you can't find the humor in a shitty situation like that, what's the point?