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For those of you wondering how I've been, the fort is comeing along nicely.
I went to go see the Aristocrats last night. It was very funny and interesting, but I've decided I don't like how it was made.
This was, however, the first time I gave money to the Archlight. It was the only place in the area playing it. As a result, there were a few celebrities there, which was only funny because Lou kept saying "That's (random celebrity)" and then we would turn around and they would be there.
At one point, someone yelled out "FERNANDO" in our general direction, and I wasn't sure weather or not to walk over there. Well, it turns out he was talking to some guy named Fernando who was hanging out with Charlize Theron. The more I think about it, the more I wish I had gone to see if he was talking to me, so I could have said "Oh, nevermind, you were talking to them. Oh hey, you're Charlize Theron. Wow. You have slaves."
Later, just before we saw a guy elaborately dressed as Burton's Wonka, a guy with a moby style shaved head was standing outside a store with these condiment cups full of some green stuff. Aaron and I each took one. Aaron drank his right down, but I asked what it was first. Apparently, it was a pro-ta-een shake. It was horrible.
On the way home, we past by some hot spot club full of drunk bikers and a couple of guys jay walked right in front of The Poo's car. He then proceeded to lean over me, stick his head out the window, shout "fucking assholes" and then stop at a light ten feet away. Wouldn't you know it, we soon had 300 pound bikers outside our windows asking if we had called them assholes. My biggest fear, for some reason, wasn't that they were going to open the door, drag us out, and beat the shit out of us, but actually the open cup of beer in the guy's hand, combined with my open window. And my lap.
I went to go see the Aristocrats last night. It was very funny and interesting, but I've decided I don't like how it was made.
This was, however, the first time I gave money to the Archlight. It was the only place in the area playing it. As a result, there were a few celebrities there, which was only funny because Lou kept saying "That's (random celebrity)" and then we would turn around and they would be there.
At one point, someone yelled out "FERNANDO" in our general direction, and I wasn't sure weather or not to walk over there. Well, it turns out he was talking to some guy named Fernando who was hanging out with Charlize Theron. The more I think about it, the more I wish I had gone to see if he was talking to me, so I could have said "Oh, nevermind, you were talking to them. Oh hey, you're Charlize Theron. Wow. You have slaves."
Later, just before we saw a guy elaborately dressed as Burton's Wonka, a guy with a moby style shaved head was standing outside a store with these condiment cups full of some green stuff. Aaron and I each took one. Aaron drank his right down, but I asked what it was first. Apparently, it was a pro-ta-een shake. It was horrible.
On the way home, we past by some hot spot club full of drunk bikers and a couple of guys jay walked right in front of The Poo's car. He then proceeded to lean over me, stick his head out the window, shout "fucking assholes" and then stop at a light ten feet away. Wouldn't you know it, we soon had 300 pound bikers outside our windows asking if we had called them assholes. My biggest fear, for some reason, wasn't that they were going to open the door, drag us out, and beat the shit out of us, but actually the open cup of beer in the guy's hand, combined with my open window. And my lap.