It's 7:29 in the evening...

...Pirates has already made eleventy billion hundred million dollars. True story.

No, not really, but it snatched an unbelievable $17M from just the two screening slots last night. Between 8 and 2 last night, the flick made seventeen million dollars. We didn't get to do our post-Pirates Mamo as hoped (because I left my headset at home), but there's gonna be plenty to see as this movie continues to roll out over the weekend.

I could not be fucking happier. Not about the grosses, because honestly, I could care less. About the whole thing. About me, Matty Price, Courtney, Bex, Jess, TJ, Steve, Adam, Sameer, and Sasha going to see the thing last night. Getting let in an hour and a half early when just me and Sameer were there, and the two of us holding an entire row with just loud voices and grim looks. About how, not halfway through the first fucking scene, I turned to Jess and said "this is my favourite movie ever." About turning my rum flask upside down at the two-thirds mark of the movie, and watching a drop dribble out before getting to say the line, in context (which I rarely do). About getting all excited talking to Meghan about just the score today, or recapping the Pirates with Matty Price on the phone just now. Flying through the streets on my bike on the best day off I've ever had. And most of all, that I can still feel this way, and that it means something.