Most of us were worn out by 10pm and people went home with goodie bags of fresh spinach, but that was a great deal of fun: Scott Pilgrim vs My Living Room was, in fact, epic.
I am now wrestling with my desire to go outside and freak out the squares (by going to the craft store and picking up some 8×8 framing mats), versus the comfort of staying inside all naked and junk while Ed watches zombie reruns and squeals whenever he sees a boobie. “HE TOUCHED HER BOOBIE! RIGHT IN THE BOOBIE! BOOBIE BOOBIE BOOBIE BOOBIE!”
.. I think I’ll go outside.