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Matrix Revolutions plans

Matrix Revolutions comes to cinema's on Thursday November 6. I am currently organising a group of people to go and see it at Indooroopilly Gold Class on the evening of Friday November the 7th.

If you are in Brisbane and wish to join me (and currently about half a dozen others) let me know as soon as possible. I have a feeling that the Matrix Revolutions tickets are going to sell fast, so I want to order them by lunch time.

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greenglowgrrl
Oct. 15th, 2003 02:15 pm (UTC)
Isn't that the night of the domain ball?
halloranelder
Oct. 15th, 2003 07:05 pm (UTC)
Well, now that you've brought it up, yes it is.

However since I am no longer a member of the Camarilla, it doesn't concern me.

*hugs*
angie78
Oct. 16th, 2003 06:36 pm (UTC)
Sounds like fun...don't know if we were invited but sadly I think I work thursday nights now in my spiffy new job! (Table 8 at David Jones at Toowong!!Yay!)

Angie.
halloranelder
Oct. 17th, 2003 01:30 am (UTC)
Which is why I'm organising it for the Friday night. Would you two like to come along? Tickets aren't available yet, so I'm just doing the organising bit now.
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