Novocaine had gotten mixed reviews, which we both knew, but we both wanted to see it anyway. Me because I love Steve Martin, he because . . . I don't know why, he just did. I enjoyed it. Some parts were trying a bit too hard to be dramatic -- they kept segueing using x-rays of people chewing, which I guess was supposed to be ominous or something, for instance. Additionally, if dentistry is not your thing, then you may want to skip this one. There are fat people making out in it, too. So not a film that's going to change my life, but certainly worth my money and time.
Then we went back to my apartment and played MegaMan X4, which I had just purchased that day. Whenever they came to the screen where they introduce the boss, I would say, "Dunh nun duh-nuh nunhh, dunh nun duh-nuh nunhh, duh nuh-dun, duh nuh-dun -- duh-nuh nuh duh-nuh-nuh-nuhhhh!" because they don't use that music for the boss introductions on this MegaMan, which I think is stupid. Ill beat the mushroom guy.
Then Sunday morning I made him some scrambled eggs [poof! you're scambled eggs!] with the leftover pepper steak from dinner, which was a paltry replacement for the raspberry rhubarb pie which I had promised him, but did not bake. Next time, I promise.