Put Your Expectations Low, and Your Hands High In the Air For Jesus
Ultraviolet seemed to have potential, but actually pretty much sucked. Not as bad as Date Movie, which Ben and I saw on Wednesday, but it was still pretty craptacular. Lots of confusing and needless things. Anti-grav motocycle chases. Foes who kill themselves more than the star does (how many people shot or stabbed themselves because they were coming at her from exact opposite directions and she ducked or jumped out of the way? 90%. That's right. Asses.). Clothing that changes colour for no discernable reason. Vampires. Yeah, just vampires. For the fuck of it I guess. Shitty dialogue that could have full of terrible zingers like 80s action movies but were just turned into non-serious, non-cool, non-funnylame statements. Lots of growling dialogue, because that makes it serious. Doors that open when the enemies are all dead so she can advance to the next "stage." And, my favorite, space-inefficient dystopian lairs. Grar! Why the giant cement couryard and giant dome with only one table at the bottom center!?!?!? Diiiiiieeeeeessssss.
Yeah, I really needed to get that out of my system. Thursday night I spent with Nate after an exhausting phone conversation where we tried to figure out what we wanted to do while I was lying across, sorry, acrost, four chairs in the Terrace. We recruited Ben and went to Pizza Shuttle. Where I proceeded to poke and prod at what I said that offended Ben on Wednesday night and it turned into this big I'll show you by not talking to you about it spat thing. While Nate and I talked normally and I passed off bitchy comments to Stoic-Ben. I love our mangled group dynamic. When it gets mangled anyway. At one point Nate and I were arguing and simultaneously laughing about it and Ben asked "how is this healthy?" Nate: "We never said it was." LOL.
Explanation of that for the sake of yesterday. Ben and I were vibing all day. God created them, Ben and Adrian, and it was good. I was bunkered down with TV for a while before he came over for us to Ultraviolet together at the Ridge. He walked into my house when I was in undershirt and yet to be zipped and buckled jeans and he made this pause-in-tracks face like I was naked or something. It was later decided that Ben still fears male nudity in spite of a third of his friends being gay practically. We are all a little queeor lot aren't we?
We encountered many old people, which I counted, which was 12, on the way in for no reason we could see. After the movie we went to the ATM by my house that I forgot was boarded up and moved to right across from my house. I remembered going through these motions with Nate once, but that time was better because Nate's window doesn't roll down so he did it painfully through the back window. Ben's window is fully functional but the ATM itself is high and deeply recessed so it was kicking his ass and you'd think he was being stretched out on a torture rack. Weeeee.
Ben's sister agreed to dispose of all the booze from his party last weekend so we stopped at her house to haul the giant clanky bag into her garbage. That was quite good.
The Flower Drum Song experience was good from the get-go. We got there and Inspiration was on and we bagan shitting our pants at the choreography. I saw JJ (the one I work with at the Goodwill) across the cafeteria and I walked over to talk to him. It was amusing and at the end he was like "Are you and Nate still fighting?" "No, why?" "Because he just walked in and walked over there." "Oh." Ben and I dash off to conjoin with Nate and Allie.
I got two plates of spaghetti total, which got appauled fat remarks from Nate. If I'm paying 7 dollars for cafeteria grade spaghetti I sure as hell am getting my fill. And the crappy desserts as well.
Bryn arrived and talked about her and Charlie's religion that is being started. And her Bob Murray shirt. lol. Nate and Ben went off to have a cigarette and must have fallen in because they were gone so long that I actually forgot that they were there because I was so focused on disbelief at Jill Riege, Emily Kant, and Katrina Schneider's fridid-air cold sholdering.
In the auditorium we just floated around reading the programs at getting upset at the broadway credentials of some of the people in it. Confused and upset. But later on we found out that that stuff was just randomly placed in there. As a joke? Uh, ok. Had no idea but that was a relief to find out. Cuz otherwise my head would have exploded in disbelief, well, not mine, but Nate's for sure.
We kept thinking of how loud and profane we were being. And had to keep catching ourselves. But clearly tact was not on the menu given that when Ben's arch-nemesis PA guy came around I tossed myself around as if my face was Arc of the Covenant style bleeding and collapsing off. Subtlety is key. And when it was discovered that Jill, Emily, and Katrina were sitting in the row in front of ours I walked up and took a picture, with flash, and walked away.
Ben decided to stay for the musical but he had no seat and couldn't sit with us cuz the auditorium was full-up so he went to the second to last row up top. I joined him so he would Never Die Alone.
On the way up JJ called my attention and offered me flowers, but was just kidding obviously as they were for his girlfriend who was in the show. He pointed her out to me in the cafeteria earlier as well. When we in our row, a seat down from Dan Schram, I called JJ, who was one row down from us, and he turned around as we talked on the phone. Told him that he got my hopes up and there had better be flowers for me in the break room today at work. And to add my name to his phonebook because I saw his confused look and ask to his adjacent friend when he saw the number calling. He said he thought it already was.
More to come but I needed to go get ready for work. Generally I wouldn't leave an entry half done, but... who cares.
Yeah, I really needed to get that out of my system. Thursday night I spent with Nate after an exhausting phone conversation where we tried to figure out what we wanted to do while I was lying across, sorry, acrost, four chairs in the Terrace. We recruited Ben and went to Pizza Shuttle. Where I proceeded to poke and prod at what I said that offended Ben on Wednesday night and it turned into this big I'll show you by not talking to you about it spat thing. While Nate and I talked normally and I passed off bitchy comments to Stoic-Ben. I love our mangled group dynamic. When it gets mangled anyway. At one point Nate and I were arguing and simultaneously laughing about it and Ben asked "how is this healthy?" Nate: "We never said it was." LOL.
Explanation of that for the sake of yesterday. Ben and I were vibing all day. God created them, Ben and Adrian, and it was good. I was bunkered down with TV for a while before he came over for us to Ultraviolet together at the Ridge. He walked into my house when I was in undershirt and yet to be zipped and buckled jeans and he made this pause-in-tracks face like I was naked or something. It was later decided that Ben still fears male nudity in spite of a third of his friends being gay practically. We are all a little queeor lot aren't we?
We encountered many old people, which I counted, which was 12, on the way in for no reason we could see. After the movie we went to the ATM by my house that I forgot was boarded up and moved to right across from my house. I remembered going through these motions with Nate once, but that time was better because Nate's window doesn't roll down so he did it painfully through the back window. Ben's window is fully functional but the ATM itself is high and deeply recessed so it was kicking his ass and you'd think he was being stretched out on a torture rack. Weeeee.
Ben's sister agreed to dispose of all the booze from his party last weekend so we stopped at her house to haul the giant clanky bag into her garbage. That was quite good.
The Flower Drum Song experience was good from the get-go. We got there and Inspiration was on and we bagan shitting our pants at the choreography. I saw JJ (the one I work with at the Goodwill) across the cafeteria and I walked over to talk to him. It was amusing and at the end he was like "Are you and Nate still fighting?" "No, why?" "Because he just walked in and walked over there." "Oh." Ben and I dash off to conjoin with Nate and Allie.
I got two plates of spaghetti total, which got appauled fat remarks from Nate. If I'm paying 7 dollars for cafeteria grade spaghetti I sure as hell am getting my fill. And the crappy desserts as well.
Bryn arrived and talked about her and Charlie's religion that is being started. And her Bob Murray shirt. lol. Nate and Ben went off to have a cigarette and must have fallen in because they were gone so long that I actually forgot that they were there because I was so focused on disbelief at Jill Riege, Emily Kant, and Katrina Schneider's fridid-air cold sholdering.
In the auditorium we just floated around reading the programs at getting upset at the broadway credentials of some of the people in it. Confused and upset. But later on we found out that that stuff was just randomly placed in there. As a joke? Uh, ok. Had no idea but that was a relief to find out. Cuz otherwise my head would have exploded in disbelief, well, not mine, but Nate's for sure.
We kept thinking of how loud and profane we were being. And had to keep catching ourselves. But clearly tact was not on the menu given that when Ben's arch-nemesis PA guy came around I tossed myself around as if my face was Arc of the Covenant style bleeding and collapsing off. Subtlety is key. And when it was discovered that Jill, Emily, and Katrina were sitting in the row in front of ours I walked up and took a picture, with flash, and walked away.
Ben decided to stay for the musical but he had no seat and couldn't sit with us cuz the auditorium was full-up so he went to the second to last row up top. I joined him so he would Never Die Alone.
On the way up JJ called my attention and offered me flowers, but was just kidding obviously as they were for his girlfriend who was in the show. He pointed her out to me in the cafeteria earlier as well. When we in our row, a seat down from Dan Schram, I called JJ, who was one row down from us, and he turned around as we talked on the phone. Told him that he got my hopes up and there had better be flowers for me in the break room today at work. And to add my name to his phonebook because I saw his confused look and ask to his adjacent friend when he saw the number calling. He said he thought it already was.
More to come but I needed to go get ready for work. Generally I wouldn't leave an entry half done, but... who cares.