Breaking balls

I had a pretty awesome weekend.
On Saturday I went with Patricia and Vi to see Breaking Dawn part 2.
We went to the movie theater at 6:30 and the first ticket we could get was for the 9 PM show. We were told we had to line up for 2 hours if we wanted to seat all together and in nice spots.
Ok, we were feeling pretty teenager, but not that much. So in the meantime we went to a diner where I had this glorious wrap (Black beans wrap, avocado, chicken, tomatoes, bacon):

Then we agreed for a 1 hour queue, which surprisingly was full of guys, like groups of guys, not just reluctant boyfriends holding sweaty hands of some overexcited girlfriend. As soon as they let us in, the run began.
People went crazy. This is "Patricia the runner", she was the worst of all :)

In this precise moment she was asking me to stop taking pictures, but I was just accumulating evidences of the madness.

To use them against her.

Someday.

The movie was awful, of course, and we were expecting some vampiresque sex scenes that never arrived, but the guys sitting behind us provided the best commenteary throughout the movie.

It was crazy, people were actually screaming and clapping hands everytime a bad guy had his head ripped off.

In the end there is this very romantic scene when Edward and Bella are laying in the same field they were in the first movie and they're looking in each other eyes and saying meaningless shit. At some point she says: I wanna show you something.

At that point it was all so pointless that I couldn't help myself but saying out loud: Your boobs?

Maybe a little too loud.

So we started laughing histerically till the end and I couldn't really get how the movie ended.

I have to watch it again.