Things I learned this weekend:

• Han Solo: just as swoon-worthy now as when I was in 6th grade


• It's okay that I hadn't seen The Phantom Menace since it came out. I wasn't missing much.


• Miramax publicity lies: Brassed Off is not a frothy romantic comedy about adorable Ewan McGregor and miners. But it is a good movie, so there's that.


• While Frank Sinatra's performance in The Man With The Golden Arm is excellent, he's just not as sexy as other recovering smack addicts we know.


• The Day After Tomorrow is an extremely silly movie, which only gets better when viewed with the 15-Minute version in mind. Dr. Bilbo, The Littlest Cancer Patient, and Vice-President Not!Cheney...I salute you.


• I need to visit massive bookstores in German Village more often, ideally when I actually have a job.


• Likewise, the North Market.

Thanks to newredshoes for trekking up here for the 2005 edition of our movie marathon/slumber party. We baked, we drank, we made it through three of the six Star Wars movies alive (and only fast-forwarded once). Good times!

As promised, the Moulin Rouge version of Like A Virgin, for Esther and anyone else who needs more Jim Broadbent in their lives.