A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the aisle. The salesgirl notices him and asks if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife, so she directs him down the correct aisle.
A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter. She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?"
He answers, "You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers, 'cause it's so much cheaper. So, I figure if I have to roll my own, so does she."
While checking one of my gmail accounts, I found I had won a free pass for two to see "Chaos" -- a movie I'd been wanting to see since I saw the trailer. I called up Rev and off we went to see this movie.
When we got to the theatre, we saw a few people who were also getting in for free via some flyer. No big deal, right? I get into the theatre, and its packed. This causes me to laugh, because I read reviews on IMDB. This flick is brutal.
And so, we embark on the cinematic journey of two girls and their encounter with four criminals in the woods.
I'm not going to spoil the movie for anyone, because well, its supposedly "real horror". A genre unto itself. You'd have to see it. But we laughed at the brutality, not because it was funny, but because people were walking out. In total, we counted fifty, but I know we missed some. The acting was bad, and well... they tried to slap some excuse for the film on the beginning. Nice try people. It was still brutal for fun, no matter how you tried to spin it. And nice use of racial slurs. That will get you into the NAACP awards. And the ending... it's hilarious. The movie sucked, but man, was it hilarious.
The Supra has been sold. It's lived its days, and is now a parts car for some guy. Ironic thing: All I have left is two boxes of parts and an intercooler.
I watched a new union commence yesterday, and it has me thinking. I ran into an old aquaintaince, and it has me thinking. I saw the bottom of the bottle, and it has me thinking. I see the bottom of the barrel, and I'm still falling. I see that I can't think of any more to write, so I'll stop typing.
I went drinking with Rev, who is an awesome person to drink with, but I ran into someone from my childhood, and that's fucking tits. Sean Root, you are the shit.
Know this.
Even though Rev and I blew out our vocal chords doing Hell's Bells.... For your fucking ass.
In other news, I'm still single. Big surprise there.
James and I put off the drive to Canada till Saturday at 4 am. I'd only had four hours of sleep the night before, so five hours on Friday night was an improvement. We hit the road, and after a brief talking to about China from the border bitch, we were on our way to Paramount's Canada's Wonderland.
PCW was fun, and we managed to hit nine of their thirteen roller coasters in four hours. The heat got really bad, and with the park having some type of ethnic festival, we headed north to the Wreck Beach Film Festival.
What a shock.
The WBFF wasn't at a beach at all. It was at a guy named "Captain's" two acre property with sand and a large inflatable pool to be the lake. James and I were surprised as the event seemed to give off the 60s Hippie Commune vibe, but the people were cool. There was even a guy with a 70s something hot rod doing burnouts, and many drunk people.
We hung out for a while, then went for food. After that it was a one hour nap in the car. Then, the movies started. Some of them were great. Some were "eh". But, James went to sleep at one AM, and I folloed him thirty minutes later, still waiting for "Falling Apart" to show.
Flash forward to four AM.
"Hot Rod Guy" apparently decided to take the hotrod out and backed into my vehicle, not even knowing he hit me. He scraped up the rear bumper and wasn't stopping even though I yelled at him to stop, numerous times. I kept him from damaging another car, and well, he went out for burnouts as I assessed damage.
Captain came over and said "Well, it doesn't look bad. That guy is really drunk." Not, "I'm really sorry about this. Let me offer to pay for any damage." I was quite pissed he blew off the fact that my new car was now damaged. I decided to ask how the showing of "Falling Apart" went. His response: "Oh, I guess I could put it in now."
It was four fucking AM. He still didn't play it, even though I drove five hours to see it there. Fuck that.
James and I decided to bail, so we drove home at 4 AM. I pulled into the driveway at home at 9 AM on the dot.
"Wreck Beach Film Festival"? No shit. Auto Wreck Beach.
James' "Return to Bachelorhood" bash went well, with good drinks at John Cowley's & Sons, then more over at Good Time Charlie's in Ann Arbor. Drinks were had, laughter was heard, and sights were seen... Oh, the sights!
After work, I'm heading to Barrie, Ontario for the weekend. "Falling Apart" is showing at the Wreck Beach Film Festival on Saturday night, so I'm heading on out there for the viewing. It will be good to see another group's reaction to the film. I'm also planning on sneaking in some roller casters at Canada's Wonderland.
I felt like posting, and I'm currently listening to this:
Forward yesterday Makes me wanna stay What they said was real Makes me wanna steal Livin' under house Guess I'm livin', I'm a mouse All's I gots is time Got no meaning, just a rhyme
Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause I like to steal Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Well, I'm half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Well, I'm half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray Well, I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be
Feelin' uninspired Think I'll start a fire Everybody run Bobby's got a gun Think you're kinda neat Then she tells me I'm a creep Friends don't mean a thing Guess I'll leave it up to me
Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal Take time with a wounded hand Guess I like to steal Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray I'm half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray I'm half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be
Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal Take time with a wounded hand Guess I like to steal Take time with a wounded hand 'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to me This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray I'm half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray I'm half the man I used to be This I feel as the dawn It fades to gray I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be, Half the man I used to be
I decided I am not allowed to use the computer while intoxicated. I make statements in people's blogs and on this site that either a) will be taken the wrong way (given a lot of circumstances), b) I won't be able to remove because they aren't on my site, and c) get a bit too revealing.
So, no more drunken blogging.
(LJ users might still find some drunken posting...)
I thought two bars would be a good thing. Turns out, I had the wrong two bars.
I thought Wintergarden and Cowleys. How wrong I was.
I did a number of pitchers at Wintergarden, but I headed home, thinking myself too much "in a state" for the elegance that is Cowleys. No. I decided I'd do a drive-by on a few people, and ended up back at the old home base, Penalty Box, where karaoke roped me in for a few beers, food, and a Jager Bomb.
