My friend, Helen, was in town, and did all the touristy things that New York offers, so I’m a bit behind with this blog. I think we’re on N movies:
The Neverending Story:
A childhood favorite of mine. Any movie that includes a flying dog-dragon is fine by me. But I didn’t like the part where the horse dies. Traumatizing, especially when you’re 6 and love horses.
Singing and dancing news boys? Christian Bale? Hell yea.
That’s all for now. My clothes smell like Korean food. Umma’s in town, so Ray, Robbi, and I took her to Koreatown (she was impressed that I’ve been across the North Korean border) to Kangsuh and had some awesome food.