Saturday saw the crew trek down to watch Swordfish which "[l]ooks like the result of a nasty explosion down at the Plot Works" (Ebert). True, it was kind of muddled but was reasonably entertaining and included the best explosion I think I've ever seen (stay away from those ball bearings kiddies). Post-movie barbeque action was then conducted in East Lahndin with Andy and David and a few other suspects: heat + wine + little sleep the night before = tired me.
As for Sunday, hiding from the sun and cleaning were the orders of the day, right across the Big Blogger house. 'Twas all good.
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