My plans for this weekend were huge. In fact, they were grandiose. Epically cinematic. Just thinking about it would first sweep you off your feet completely and then totally blow your mind. It would be like the awesomest thing you’d ever see, multiplied by kick-ass with glitter and sparkles thrown in for good measure. It would be like in that one Lord of the Rings movie, when all seems lost and Helm’s Deep is overtaken by Orcs and the heroes make a final desperate charge, but lo and behold, then the fifth day breaks and from the east the wizard in white comes charging down the hill, saving the day. Or like that scene in Shawshank Redemption where Andy Dufresne escapes from prison by crawling through five hundred yards of shit, and then just stands in the rain, as a free man. Oh, boy, did I have some plans.
And then, instead, it kinda went down like the opening scene of Bridget Jones’s Diary.
But with beter music, of course.