Meandering doings and thoughts

Last night I went and saw the movie Prince Caspian, and loved it! It was one of those Fridays where I was just going to come home and do something exciting, like crochet (I actually don't mind quiet Fridays), but then a friend wanted to catch up for dinner so we went to Wagamama’s, where for dessert we shared the most scrumptious white chocolate and ginger cheesecake with honey and lime-rind sauce! Afterwards we thought we’d see a movie and I really wanted to see Prince Caspian. (By the way, does anyone have any thoughts on Facebook etiquette at this point: I noticed throughout the week that a number of my facebook “friends” from church (mostly from the evening service, which I haven’t been at so much of late because I am more committed to the morning congregation) were attending an “event” to see Prince Caspian (organised by someone who is not my facebook friend but as a general open event), and I would have perhaps joined in on this one but figured that I could hardly just invite myself to something that I wasn’t actually invited to could I? It’s one of the features of facebook that I am not so pleased about: that people can watch the social action of others and potentially be made extra-aware that they aren’t part of it (not that I was bothered that I wasn’t part of this one - and God was obviously arranging something else because it was good that I spent time with my other friend).) So we wandered to the cinemas and it was on at 9:25pm, which was fine, but I was rather staggered to realise that it was midnight exactly when it ended and then that I had missed the last bus home by a few minutes, such that in the end my only real option was a taxi.

Anyway, there is an interesting review of Prince Caspian here, which reflects what I thought was good about it. Curiously, while we were at the cinemas I needed to use the bathroom (well that is not so curious but what follows is a little more so) so I found what I thought was it, but the door was fixed wide open and there was a women visible inside wearing a strange outfit appearing to be up to something peculiar, so I hesitated before entering. It turns out that she was in there as part of a Sex in the City promotion and giving out free, um, products, of which I got a handful. On that note, I appreciated reading this comment by Carolyn McCulley during the week regarding the movie Sex in the City. It was good to be reminded of the insidious nature of sin and of the benefits of a deliberated avoidance of entertainment which is unhelpful at best.