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so tonight i was fixin to see the newest Wes Anderson film, "the Darjeeling limited." I absolutely love pretty much anything the man creates, so you can understand if i was extremely focused on my task. Originally i was going to see it with hayley, but the evasnton theatre stopped showing it and i needed another option. the nearest showing was in highland park's theatre, so i elected to see it in that location before it was cut there as well. naturally i wanted to drive there, but circumstances were not in my favor this night. My mother was attending a party and inadvertently took my keys with her. she had both sets of keys to both of our cars, and wasnt going to be back anytime soon. if i was going to the cinema, i was walking.
And walk i did. in the freezing rain and snow mix, for 2 hours i trudged through snow banks and puddles to get to the theater in downtown highland park. i was a man on a mission, and with singular purpose i pursued my goal of entertainment, though i got very cold in the process.
Highland park's theater is a delicious independent hole in the wall that bespeaks of the olden days when going to the movies was more of an occasion. molding and cleverly placed mirrors line the walls, and folks say it's haunted. the theater for our particular movie was occupied by 4 people, including myself. a 30 something couple, me, and a chap by the name of Ira. ira was roughly 60 years old and a real hoot. we had a brief discussion about various things before the movie started. afterwards, when we had established a comradeship, i figured i might try and get a ride from him back to deerfield (i was not keen on more sleet). the conversation went like this:
C: "so ira, do you have a car here?"
"yeah, why?"
C: "i need a lift back to deerfield"
"why would you want to go to deerfield?"
C: "it's where i live."
"you dont want to hit the bars first?"
C: "HELL YES I DO"
a man who speaks my language. so me and this guy who could have been my grandfather went to norton's for some beers. bangin time. we chatted it up with the locals, mostly poor couples in their 30s. he wouldn't give me a ride back to Dtown after all because, well, we were drunk, and drinking and driving is not cool.
And walk i did. in the freezing rain and snow mix, for 2 hours i trudged through snow banks and puddles to get to the theater in downtown highland park. i was a man on a mission, and with singular purpose i pursued my goal of entertainment, though i got very cold in the process.
Highland park's theater is a delicious independent hole in the wall that bespeaks of the olden days when going to the movies was more of an occasion. molding and cleverly placed mirrors line the walls, and folks say it's haunted. the theater for our particular movie was occupied by 4 people, including myself. a 30 something couple, me, and a chap by the name of Ira. ira was roughly 60 years old and a real hoot. we had a brief discussion about various things before the movie started. afterwards, when we had established a comradeship, i figured i might try and get a ride from him back to deerfield (i was not keen on more sleet). the conversation went like this:
C: "so ira, do you have a car here?"
"yeah, why?"
C: "i need a lift back to deerfield"
"why would you want to go to deerfield?"
C: "it's where i live."
"you dont want to hit the bars first?"
C: "HELL YES I DO"
a man who speaks my language. so me and this guy who could have been my grandfather went to norton's for some beers. bangin time. we chatted it up with the locals, mostly poor couples in their 30s. he wouldn't give me a ride back to Dtown after all because, well, we were drunk, and drinking and driving is not cool.