Going all fangirl for a sec...

I have (almost) in my hot little hands tickets to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull tomorrow. I say "almost" because I ordered them. I just have to pick them up from the box office tomorrow.

I cannot freaking wait.

I am totally one of those fanatically Indy fans. My favorite movie of all time is Raiders of the Lost Ark (followed by The Last Crusade - for some reason Temple of Doom didn't thrill me). I have them on DVD and when there's nothing on TV, I'll pop one of them in, start humming the theme music, and I'm set. Movies that aren't quite up to par as Indy but nonetheless have that same sort of old-school adventure (I'm looking at you, The Mummy) have satiated me somewhat.

But now... INDY IV!

I'm not looking for another Raiders or Crusade. Heavens no. I just want to sit back with a bucket of popcorn (I am going with my brother and cousin, afterall - El Nino and I need a vat of popcorn when they come with us) and revist my childhood for a little while. I want to hear the music and get instantly sucked away into the story.

Because it's all about the story, isn't it? Well, almost. Action, adventure, and Harrison Ford's eyes - and no, I don't care that he's 65 and therefore 37 years older than me. It's Harrison Ford, for godsakes! Indiana Jones and Han Solo - oh yes. Two of my favorite roguish characters.

I definitely don't have a bad feeling about this.

As an added bonus, my bags of crap (first ones ever!) from the last woot-off are supposed to arrive tomorrow.

The only other added bonus that would make tomorrow the trifecta of perfect entertainment is if I got an acceptance on something I wrote, too.