So in an effort to be cultured a gang of us went to the Sundance Film Festival and caught a flick.
Initially we were thrilled, but that would pass (see above.)
It was a Swedish movie called The King of Ping Pong. You might think (as we did) that the movie would be a delightful film about ping pong (a sport I'm fairly passionate about.)
And sure enough, it was.......for about the first two minutes.
Depressing. Oh sweet heavens! It was depressing. But in the artsy hipster world of Sundance that means its good and wins an award I guess.
If you have to show a naked 400 lb Swedish woman to win awards these days than its just not worth it. Yikes.
So we left and got hot chocolate. Carol Ann and I got the Crème Brulée variety. If anything deserved an award that night it was the Java Cow on Main Street, delicious.
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