ye gods, am I tired.

But happy. And I haven't crashed yet, so let's see how I get through the upcoming happy hour/farewell to a coworker who's off to (Wash U) med school. Lucky girl.

Anyway, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest was all that and a barrel of monkeys. Well, one undead one, anyway. I liked it, perhaps not quite as much as the first, but well enough that I won't be sorry to see it again. The ending is one heck of a cliffhanger that NO ONE in the theater saw coming. Orlando looked fine, though his dialogue wasn't as good as it could have been. Johnny Depp was superb, again, even when he was being wacky.

It definitely suffers from middle-child syndrome, but so much less so than, say, Episode II. It has a beginning, middle, and end, but there are quite a few story threads and it can be difficult to keep track of everyone's shifting alliances. Well, it was difficult for me, but that could just be because I was doing it on very little sleep and between 12 and 2 am...

I brought my hat, but decided I didn't really want to tote it into the theater and risk having to put it on the floor. I should have done, though. There were quite a few other people dressed up. I almost did, but I wasn't thinking clearly enough before I left for the theater to get one together. We lost the softball game (drat, again, and through some errors of mine, sigh) and it was a late game, too, so I didn't have a lot of time to shower, eat and change. Oh well.

Okay, it's time to get happy. Enjoy the weekend!