I went to see The Hangover last night, and in short, it was brilliant. Trust me, I'm not exaggerating on this one. (Okay, well, maybe a little. It does require a certain sense of humor. Like a college frat boy sense of humor.) After the movie my face hurt from laughing so hard. At one point, I laughed so hard I cried. Randomly last night while I was getting ready for bed I would start to giggle, Lee would ask why, and I would mumble something about being a "one-man wolf pack." (That would be the scene where I laughed until I cried.)
Here's another one of the hysterical parts I kept quoting last night:
On a local note, the Tinseltown in Springhurst has $5 movies on Tuesday. Very good to know.