Went to see Twelve Angry Men with my mother and One Not Really Angry Jenn.

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Of course, beforehand we had to sit through an interminably long talk about (from one of the two) the tedious details of the movie we had yet to see and (from the other) the constitution and juries. They weren't really on the same topic at all, despite the fact that it was ostensibly a dialog. Still, it was free ("suggested donation"), and that's what matters.

Then my mother dragged me to this Mexican place (Great Burrito) that she's been trying to get me to go to for a month now, and she's right, it really is good. I got mocked all around for a. ordering the tongue and b. turning down the flan in favor of the tres leches cake (I really don't like flan), but ultimately they ended up ordering their OWN tres leches after I refused to share more than a few bites with them. Ha!