I'm a loner Dottie, a rebel
Hooray! I have a live journal. I can now tell the whole world how misunderstood and full of angst I am.
But first, an old story. This happened about a month ago, but it’s a damn fine story and seems to be a favorite of Kerri's who was kind enough to give me the code so I could have this thing in the first place.
And so it goes. . .
Our apartment complex has this block party. Everyone's hanging out on their deck and a bunch of people are mingling in the parking lot area behind our apartment. If you’ve been there, you can probably picture it. For those reading this that haven’t, picture a bunch of people in a parking lot. . . . uh. . .behind an apartment. So Matt, Ballardini and the rest of the usual cast of wacky characters are all hanging out on our porch. Enter Mike, one of Luke’s friends (pot smoking, bicycle stealing, popcorn lackey, ex-theatre janitor Luke). Mike has apparently been hired to run security. Mike is in charge of making sure things don’t get out of hand. Mike is the only voice of reason this party has. Mike is inside my apartment with a drink in his hand inside 5 minutes.
The night wears on. It is now really late. 3ish. Only the truly hearty patrons are still going strong. A girl I met and myself are among them. Oh, and at this point I am now walking around with a bottle of wine. This is important.
I ask what her favorite movie is.
She replies, “Anaconda”
I stare at her in utter disbelief (coincidentally enough, Ballardini and I caught it on TNT a few days prior so the cinematic wasteland that is Anaconda was still fresh in my mind).
I respond, “Anaconda?!?”. I then take the wine bottle and smash it on the curb and walk away in disgust.
Best. Reaction. Ever.
But first, an old story. This happened about a month ago, but it’s a damn fine story and seems to be a favorite of Kerri's who was kind enough to give me the code so I could have this thing in the first place.
And so it goes. . .
Our apartment complex has this block party. Everyone's hanging out on their deck and a bunch of people are mingling in the parking lot area behind our apartment. If you’ve been there, you can probably picture it. For those reading this that haven’t, picture a bunch of people in a parking lot. . . . uh. . .behind an apartment. So Matt, Ballardini and the rest of the usual cast of wacky characters are all hanging out on our porch. Enter Mike, one of Luke’s friends (pot smoking, bicycle stealing, popcorn lackey, ex-theatre janitor Luke). Mike has apparently been hired to run security. Mike is in charge of making sure things don’t get out of hand. Mike is the only voice of reason this party has. Mike is inside my apartment with a drink in his hand inside 5 minutes.
The night wears on. It is now really late. 3ish. Only the truly hearty patrons are still going strong. A girl I met and myself are among them. Oh, and at this point I am now walking around with a bottle of wine. This is important.
I ask what her favorite movie is.
She replies, “Anaconda”
I stare at her in utter disbelief (coincidentally enough, Ballardini and I caught it on TNT a few days prior so the cinematic wasteland that is Anaconda was still fresh in my mind).
I respond, “Anaconda?!?”. I then take the wine bottle and smash it on the curb and walk away in disgust.
Best. Reaction. Ever.