"Remember when he danced?"
Why don't I effing update more often? I'm effing going to read this four months from now at about 2 o'clock in the morning at SAL's house and be like "Wait, what happened between this post and the last one?" and Sarah-Anne will be like "I don't know, we probably played Sega."and we'll laugh like idiots about that even though right now I know that that is totally incorrect and it's really bothering me that we won't be able to keep our memories straight...so...good thing I started this entry in this way...as to avoid that.
So what did transpire over the past...however many days? Well, I had a very uneventful school week. That's sticking out in my mind right now. So, whatever to that. Let's jump to Friday.
Neerja was free for about 10 minutes after school, so we hung out with her for a little bit. Maybe 8 minutes. Val, SAL, and I then headed to Showplace 16 to see Beauty Shop since the newspaper did give it three stars and all. It was very black, and echoed with a bit of reverse racism in spots, but, I mean, it's not like we had any right to see a black comedy in the first place, so we accepted it all. I found myself laughing out loud a lot, which felt good. I don't often do that when watching movies or TV, really. Unless Nadia Turner is sporting a mohawk on American Idol. Then the laughter is deafening.
Other highlights...well, other movies, I guess.
LaMag's Movie That He Most Enjoyed Recently: The Others
LaMag's Movie That Makes Him Hate CGI Even More: Jurassic Park 3
LaMag's Movie to Not View Three Time in Theaters: The Pacifier
LaMag's Movie to Watch With Friends Prone to Falling Asleep: Panic Room
LaMag's Movie to Never Really Watch Again But Still Own: xXx
LaMag's Movie to Probably Never Finish Watching: Ballistic: Ecks v. Sever
LaMag's Movie He'll Next View in Theaters: The Amityville Horror
LaMag's Movie He'll Not Ever View in Theaters, on DVD, or Even in Other Lives: Kicking and Screaming
That list tired me out.
So ok, it's Friday night and you are at Red Robin to indulge yourself in some overpriced grease food. Your waitress, an obvious patron of SkankWhore Tan, leads you kind of skankily to your booth...or well, table, but with the half booth/half chairs deal that pisses me off. You skim the menu and ponder getting a smoothie like you always ponder but never go through with. You look up, slightly confused by the flashy-ness of the monstrous menu you were presented with, to see your pal Sarah-Anne kinda giving you this "OMG" look that's supressed to more of an "omg" look as to not freak you out right away (cause she knows you would freak out). "Don't freak out," she instructs you (cause she knows would freak out), "but Grotsky Boy is behind you." You don't spin around in your seat or make some sort of regrettably obnoxious noise, to which you are very grateful, but you do, of course, look behind you to, of course, see if he's there (and see what he's wearing and who he's with and what he's eating), and, well, of course. You don't really recognize any of the four other people with him because, well, they are all about 30 and don't really go to your school. Thank god they don't, either, because then he probably could have been with Liana's scary older brother and Ivana, Queen of Darkness, and that's a scene that Scenario SAL could never ever explain in a million double-sided notes. But, oh, god, you gotta swith seats, you gotta switch seats. So you kind of flop around to the booth part of the booth/chairs-at-a-table set-up (which you secretly wanted to sit at anyway) and position yourself fortuitously perpedicular to his booth, thanking the electic seating pattern of booths that Red Robin has adopted because now you can see him, but he can't see you. You can stare at him, but he can't see you staring at him. You can be so damn creepy and he'll never know how creepy you were being! (Until that one day he happens to stumble across your LiveJournal at school because Jaime just had to access it in the library that one day and couldn't erase the link from the browser memory.) He pretty much just sits there and eats...because he is at a restaurant and all, and you accept that...and watching someone eat can be enjoyable in that "I'm watching you eat because I'm your stalker" way, you know? But then, the "what decade is this from, exactly?" music that's playing all over the loud speakers reaches his ears and he just has to...I mean, he just has to...start...dancing. Just. Like. You. Do. You know, fists clenched, elbows up, shoulders bobbing (because that's all you can do while sitting down) dancing. You find yourself smacking Sarah-Anne on the arm so she'll look and not miss him dancing. You probably make one of those low-pitched "oooh" noises to show your controlled excitement over the matter, and then burn the image into your memory so it lasts. I mean, he's dancing. And you love it! You kind of want to dance a little yourself, but that would be too obvious. This is all about discretion, of course. You probably manage to eat your Val-advized, chicken Ceasar, low-carb wrap of trendiness during some point of the evening, and maybe even talk to your friends a little because you do have some control over youself, and you know he'll still be there when you look at him again. Oh, this time they've taken to fencing with the metal rod the onion ring tower comes on. You have one, too! You don't fence with it, though. Remember...discretion. You are almost done with her food. I mean, Val only has, like, half her meal left, so you know it's almost time to go. Oh, but, wait. The man he was sitting next to (the one who was slightly obstructing your vision this whole time) has left to go somewhere, and he's now all alone in the booth. In your head, you lunge over Val, who's cutting a piece of lettuce with her fork or something, and just land there in the free space next to him, right under one of his arms that he has stretched out on the top of the back of the booth in a very suave "I know you saw me dancing earlier..." way and it's just blissful. As blissful as Charisma Carpenter being bathed and massaged in flower petals at a spa. But that's just in your head. In reality, you are hitting Sarah-Anne again and she's going "Oooh, I know," and you are going "oooh" again and Val is just...looking at you like you are the biggest freak in the world because of course she had never liked someone before and not told us even though we liked the same person and had instead just made fun of us for liking the same exact person she liked. Val would never do that. Finally, the time comes for him to leave, and that's okay because you've done a good job etching every moment into that part of your brain that enlarges went you want to be creepy about someone. It's time for you to leave, too, and Red Robin will now forever be memories of that time where he was just in, like, this fishbowl of viewing enjoyment for you to watch...and he even danced for you. Thank you.
If anyone asks, that narrative was an excercise in expression in the second person and nothing more. It will not be used against me in a court of law.
I really can't type anymore...
So what did transpire over the past...however many days? Well, I had a very uneventful school week. That's sticking out in my mind right now. So, whatever to that. Let's jump to Friday.
Neerja was free for about 10 minutes after school, so we hung out with her for a little bit. Maybe 8 minutes. Val, SAL, and I then headed to Showplace 16 to see Beauty Shop since the newspaper did give it three stars and all. It was very black, and echoed with a bit of reverse racism in spots, but, I mean, it's not like we had any right to see a black comedy in the first place, so we accepted it all. I found myself laughing out loud a lot, which felt good. I don't often do that when watching movies or TV, really. Unless Nadia Turner is sporting a mohawk on American Idol. Then the laughter is deafening.
Other highlights...well, other movies, I guess.
LaMag's Movie That He Most Enjoyed Recently: The Others
LaMag's Movie That Makes Him Hate CGI Even More: Jurassic Park 3
LaMag's Movie to Not View Three Time in Theaters: The Pacifier
LaMag's Movie to Watch With Friends Prone to Falling Asleep: Panic Room
LaMag's Movie to Never Really Watch Again But Still Own: xXx
LaMag's Movie to Probably Never Finish Watching: Ballistic: Ecks v. Sever
LaMag's Movie He'll Next View in Theaters: The Amityville Horror
LaMag's Movie He'll Not Ever View in Theaters, on DVD, or Even in Other Lives: Kicking and Screaming
That list tired me out.
So ok, it's Friday night and you are at Red Robin to indulge yourself in some overpriced grease food. Your waitress, an obvious patron of SkankWhore Tan, leads you kind of skankily to your booth...or well, table, but with the half booth/half chairs deal that pisses me off. You skim the menu and ponder getting a smoothie like you always ponder but never go through with. You look up, slightly confused by the flashy-ness of the monstrous menu you were presented with, to see your pal Sarah-Anne kinda giving you this "OMG" look that's supressed to more of an "omg" look as to not freak you out right away (cause she knows you would freak out). "Don't freak out," she instructs you (cause she knows would freak out), "but Grotsky Boy is behind you." You don't spin around in your seat or make some sort of regrettably obnoxious noise, to which you are very grateful, but you do, of course, look behind you to, of course, see if he's there (and see what he's wearing and who he's with and what he's eating), and, well, of course. You don't really recognize any of the four other people with him because, well, they are all about 30 and don't really go to your school. Thank god they don't, either, because then he probably could have been with Liana's scary older brother and Ivana, Queen of Darkness, and that's a scene that Scenario SAL could never ever explain in a million double-sided notes. But, oh, god, you gotta swith seats, you gotta switch seats. So you kind of flop around to the booth part of the booth/chairs-at-a-table set-up (which you secretly wanted to sit at anyway) and position yourself fortuitously perpedicular to his booth, thanking the electic seating pattern of booths that Red Robin has adopted because now you can see him, but he can't see you. You can stare at him, but he can't see you staring at him. You can be so damn creepy and he'll never know how creepy you were being! (Until that one day he happens to stumble across your LiveJournal at school because Jaime just had to access it in the library that one day and couldn't erase the link from the browser memory.) He pretty much just sits there and eats...because he is at a restaurant and all, and you accept that...and watching someone eat can be enjoyable in that "I'm watching you eat because I'm your stalker" way, you know? But then, the "what decade is this from, exactly?" music that's playing all over the loud speakers reaches his ears and he just has to...I mean, he just has to...start...dancing. Just. Like. You. Do. You know, fists clenched, elbows up, shoulders bobbing (because that's all you can do while sitting down) dancing. You find yourself smacking Sarah-Anne on the arm so she'll look and not miss him dancing. You probably make one of those low-pitched "oooh" noises to show your controlled excitement over the matter, and then burn the image into your memory so it lasts. I mean, he's dancing. And you love it! You kind of want to dance a little yourself, but that would be too obvious. This is all about discretion, of course. You probably manage to eat your Val-advized, chicken Ceasar, low-carb wrap of trendiness during some point of the evening, and maybe even talk to your friends a little because you do have some control over youself, and you know he'll still be there when you look at him again. Oh, this time they've taken to fencing with the metal rod the onion ring tower comes on. You have one, too! You don't fence with it, though. Remember...discretion. You are almost done with her food. I mean, Val only has, like, half her meal left, so you know it's almost time to go. Oh, but, wait. The man he was sitting next to (the one who was slightly obstructing your vision this whole time) has left to go somewhere, and he's now all alone in the booth. In your head, you lunge over Val, who's cutting a piece of lettuce with her fork or something, and just land there in the free space next to him, right under one of his arms that he has stretched out on the top of the back of the booth in a very suave "I know you saw me dancing earlier..." way and it's just blissful. As blissful as Charisma Carpenter being bathed and massaged in flower petals at a spa. But that's just in your head. In reality, you are hitting Sarah-Anne again and she's going "Oooh, I know," and you are going "oooh" again and Val is just...looking at you like you are the biggest freak in the world because of course she had never liked someone before and not told us even though we liked the same person and had instead just made fun of us for liking the same exact person she liked. Val would never do that. Finally, the time comes for him to leave, and that's okay because you've done a good job etching every moment into that part of your brain that enlarges went you want to be creepy about someone. It's time for you to leave, too, and Red Robin will now forever be memories of that time where he was just in, like, this fishbowl of viewing enjoyment for you to watch...and he even danced for you. Thank you.
If anyone asks, that narrative was an excercise in expression in the second person and nothing more. It will not be used against me in a court of law.
I really can't type anymore...