The NWFF people actually took my word and let us in anyway; I guess they've been seeing me enough they figured I must be a regular - a regular IDIOT. Jesus. For as useless as my braincells are, I should have been more actively working to kill them when I was in college. And we enjoyed the animated movies, despite the chaos of the plethora of small children watching them. I think my favorite was the one about the child taking an elevator that mysteriously went far, far below the surface of the earth, where he rescued a bird from a gang of trolls (that were going to keep the bird in its cage until it starved). Of course, the "Head Mountain" one was brilliantly surreal, and featured the great line, "You find the best things on the ground." It was me all over again, though I've never had a cherry tree grow out of my head.
Afterwards I sat and cross-stitched in the lobby while we waited for moriae to show up ... and were surprised to see Elliot, the coworker of mine with whom I studied Japanese a year ago. We all enjoyed "Flowing" (original title: A Geisha House), which as near as I can tell was the real "Memoirs of a Geisha" - always owing money, unreliable boyfriends, and the spectre of age and unemployment constantly staring over your shoulder. We didn't go out for hot sake afterwards like I might have enjoyed, but now I've got some hot cider with Sailor Jerry's rum, and no "man from Chiba" sitting on my porch to argue about whether or not I cheated his niece out of a bunch of money.
It made me really happy to see my friends out tonight. Thanks, guys.