cruisin'

[lauralh]

Yesterday after work I read Queen of the Damned and ingested rum and narcotics till I was no longer moaning on the floor in sheer agony. This reminded me of being a child and never ever watching R-rated movies. My first one was Heathers, which is a little risque to cut your teeth on, so to speak. I think the first one I watched in the company of my parents was actually Interview with the Vampire. I distinctly recall being forced out of the room while my parents cued past the naked girl scene. You know, the Parisian theater of the vampires thing. Wasn't allowed to watch it. The rest of the movie was fine, though.

anyone else have any stupid parent tricks?