On Friday, before the movie, we went to the (relatively) new Cajun place down on Colfax (I can’t remember the name of it right now but I’ll erase this and put it in when I find out). The food was pretty good, not spectacular, but decent. For most of the meal, we were the only ones in the entire restaurant which was surprising for a Friday night and it being only a block away from one of the busiest intersections in Denver. I had the gumbo, which was pretty good, but it’ll be the fried crawfish po’boy that I get next time. The coolest part of the place was that there was a secret dance club filled with seedy characters in it hidden on the side of the restaurant. You would never know it’s there from the outside because there was no sign and no windows. Only after you enter the restaurant can you hear the music pumping in from the back of the room. We were in a hurry so we didn’t get to grab a drink there but we did peek in and the whole place looked delightfully suspicious. I’ll be sure to go back sometime and let you know what it’s all about. I’m very intrigued by its fantastic sketchiness. Later, I went to see The Lord Of The Rings: The Return of the King with my brother and his girlfriend. It was as good as I expected and I’m glad I saw it in the theatres. Besides that, there is nothing I want to say about it that hasn’t been said by a million people already. Though, my brother farting, Pandy spilling her popcorn, and the lady behind us cussing up a storm did raise the entertainment value.
I felt like crap pretty much all weekend. A head cold. Snotty and leaking. Per protocol, I spent almost all weekend on the couch watching movies (thanks to NetFlix), making sure that my cold didn’t get any worse, and I started to feel better (or at least tried to). Friday night I watched Party Girl. It was ok, I don’t know if I’d like it if it weren’t for Parker Posey. Anyone else in that role might have bugged the crap out of me. Could I have a falafel with hot sauce, a side order of baba ganousch, and a seltzer please? The movie seemed dated somehow and it wasn’t as funny as it could have been. It was entertaining though and the story-line was cute but I wouldn’t rent it again. Laura, if you still read this, you might like it.
I slept in late on Saturday as part of the “not getting sicker” regimen. I spent the day grocery shopping, talking on the phone and tidying up. That night I watched Pie In The Sky: The Brigid Berlin Story. I love documentaries of eccentric people like this. Crumb, about Robert Crumb, was another good one that is similar. Brigid Berlin was an Andy Warhol crony and artist specializing mostly in the taping of private conversations for later playback in public (I found this fascinating) and monologues. She’s a hyperverbal septuagenarian plagued with obsessive-compulsive behaviors, a tortured family life, and an artistic mind. Despite what seems to be a tragic fall for Brigid Berlin, the movie shows us that Brigid was one of Warhol’s muses and influences and a respected artist in her own right. And that despite leading a life lacking both employment and love, some happiness can be eked out. It was romantically tragic and captivating. Wow that sounded like a real movie review.
On Sunday I continued the “must not get any more ill” regimen by sleeping in till 11:00, laying on the couch till 2:00, eating a big lunch, going to the store for medicine, watching Hollow Man (which pretty much sucked but had some cool special effects), eating dinner, and watching the premier episode of the Surreal Life. That was about the size of my weekend.
The weekend was a complete bore. I watched Attack Of The 50 Ft Woman on Saturday night. It was terrible. If you want to literally waste 2 hours of your life on a crappy B-movie that tries very unsuccessfully to mix feminism with kitsch and a hit-you-over-the-head metaphor, then be my guest, but I nearly fell asleep over 100 times while watching this big piece of crap. In fact the movie was almost as poorly written as that last sentence. I thought that because it was directed by Christopher Guest, it might have a redeeming quality. I was sorely mistaken.
On Sunday I spent most of the day just lying around. I watched a lot of Kissing Jessica Stein again. I flipped back and forth between watching the Denver Donkeys get whooped up on and the Blind Date marathon. The best part of the day came when I was watching The Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers. I want to see the third one at the theatres so I figured I better get started. It’s kind of an ordeal. I mean, I spent four hours sitting on the couch watching that movie when you count bathroom and food breaks. I suppose these movies deserve all the hype they get. I wanted not to like them, and to get to call them nerd flicks, and tell all you nerds to go watch star trek and let me know when they make a good movie, that’s not for nerds. You lame ass nerds. Then I’d hold my fist in the air and scream NERDS!!!! Like Ogre did in Revenge Of The Nerds (I, II and IV) after that I’d threaten to kick all your nerdy candy-asses (how come nobody hates nerds like they used to in the 80s?). But I didn’t get to do that. In reality I really liked these flicks. A lot actually. The scenery, special effects, plot, characters, all done really nicely. So instead of calling myself a nerd too, I’m just gonna take back everything I said to you. Sorry.
I was actually looking forward to coming to work today.
Somebody save me.
The last few days have been really relaxing. I know later on I’m gonna look back on this long, four day weekend and say to myself, “Damn, I could have spent those four days off way better than that now. I’d kill people for four days off in a row right now.” But regardless this is how I have spent them. Yesterday I slept in till around 10:00. I woke up in my brother’s bed. This was cause I stayed at my mom’s house overnight on Thanksgiving. This is cause I was too tired to drive home after eating a large meal of pasta with white sauce and shrimp, spinach soaked in melted butter and vinegar, garlic bread, and salad and then watching Waking Life. Waking Life is a real philosophical movie done with a unique animation style. This movie was originally filmed using real people and sets, then different artists animate the scenes by “drawing” over the top of them. It was really pretty interesting but the philosophy was sometimes hard to swallow. It was just me and my mom on Thanksgiving. In the next couple of weeks we’ll go down to my grandmas for a full on turkey dinner because my brother and Pandy are in Hawaii. We celebrate our holidays on our own terms.
On Friday I spent the afternoon surfing the internet on my moms computer, talking on the phone with Jami, and watching Anger Management. I didn’t do hardly anything in the evening and again went to bed early. It makes me wonder if I may have caught something that might be wearing me down. When I got up this morning I went to my local coffee shop and spent a couple of hours reading. Then I went to pick up my developed film and shop for digital cameras. I think I have set a price range and have a few ideas of what I want now. I IM’d with Cati a little bit this afternoon. I’m at work now cause I’m trying to get ahead for a big deadline I have in the next couple of weeks. Still no plans for the remainder of the weekend either. Sigh.
I want to stop telling the trivial, but I don’t want to stop the telling. This is becoming increasingly difficult.
My brother lent me the movie 28 Days Later. I it watched last night and thought it was pretty good. It definitely belongs to the horror/zombie genre but I didn’t figure that out till about half way through. I was thinking it was going to be more of an apocalyptic/morality flick. I did enjoy it though. Despite the fact that I’m usually not too keen on horror movies. Fortunately this one lacked the one liners that seem to always ruin a good scary movie for me. I was warned the ending was terrible and had maybe thus given it the benefit of the doubt. I thought it was the only ending possible. The three alternate endings on the DVD basically sucked and the director and writer both admitted to it. Ain’t nothing wrong with a horror flick and a giant plate of homemade nachos for dinner.
I was somehow able to relate to the main characters in both movies. And the steak was really good.
I was feeling lonely on Sunday. So I went and got coffee and ran an errand but it was a phone call that saved me.
I played ultimate this week and won. I played like shit though.
I had a total time last night too.
I never actually gave much thought about what it would be like to have a twin.
I had a nice weekend. Nothing too exciting lots of movies and more skiing, it was nice. I left work early and met Leber and his Fiance at the hogback. From there we carpooled up to his condo in Granby. We got a few beers and some french onion soup at Solvista.
On Saturday we went skiing at Winterpark. The snow was incredible. Definitely the best I’ve skied all year. We skied a long day then retired back to Leber’s condo. Some additional friends met us there and fixed us a huge meal of spaghetti, meatballs, sausage, salad, asparagus, garlic bread, beer, and wine. And we watched Saving Private Ryan. Three of the five people in the room cried.
I caught Sabrina on AMC last night. It seemed fitting for the times so I stayed up late and watched it all. I miss you Sabrina, wherever you are. This quote from the movie seemed especially appropriate:
Bonjour, mesdames et monsiuers. Yesterday we have learned the correct way how to boil water. Today we will learn the correct way how to crack an egg. Voila! An egg. Now, an egg is not a stone; it is not made of wood, it is a living thing. It has a heart. So when we crack it, we must not torment it. We must be merciful and execute it quickly, like with the guillotine.