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Free Movie at the Nasher Scuplture Garden tonight


The Nasher Sculpter Center with the help of Fidelity Investments, is offering FREE movies all summer on Thursday and Friday nights. Tonight's film "You've got Mail" starts at 9pm.

If you're looking for some cheap entertainment (and I don't mean the movie) head over the sculpture garden with all of the Booker T. high schoolers and old people and pop a squat on that comfy grass and watch Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan make out. Then look around and watch the awkward art school kids make out* too.

Eww...just typing that makes me wanna spew a little bit.

Oh, and bring the kiddies. They'll at least learn how to spell Fox. "Eff-Ohh-Ex".

*Making out for awkward art school kiddos means sharpie-ing each other's "vintage" Chuck Taylor converse, backpacks, or iPhone covers. aww, young love.
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