Snakes on a Plane?
The title of this entry is in reference to this movie, which I suppose MUST be real. Why it is real remains unknown. The only certainty is that this movie will have a place in my soul from this day forth.
Also, I added a comment to the IMDB message board about the aforementioned film, under the heading "Sequels." Mine should be the last one on there. Let me know what you think.
Tonight's adventure did not go as planned. I had wanted to take a group of current co-workers and some of those who've left us and go to a semi-fancy lounge in a semi-fancy hotel to listen to bad music while dressed in nice clothing. For many reasons, this turned out to be a bad idea. First, with one exception, none of the former co-workers decided to come. Most of them didn't even bother to say that they weren't coming. Also, none of the females came. This completely changes the dynamics of the situation.
The second issue was that no-one other than me thought that dressing up for no apparent reason would be amusing. I can understand why, but it seems to me that a lot of the fun of this would have been in being dressed up. It's like acting a part that we don't actually fit. We're not affluent. We would never typically hang out and listen to bad lounge music. It's all a show, an absurd joke on everyone else. But no one else got that. I guess I'm weird.
Finally, nobody had fun. Some people put on a brave face and tried, which I respect, but not everyone was so kind in this regard. Sure, the drinks were expensive, but not that much more so than they'd be anywhere else. Maybe because I don't purchase drinks, I didn't feel that sting. But then again, two people actually spent less than me by getting water as opposed to soda. So that's not the issue. What galls me somewhat is that I've done things I don't personally enjoy doing to spend time with some of these people. I've gone to parties, hung around, gone for cocktails and, aside from not always being certain that I would be attending, and typically leaving relatively early, I've done all that without complaint. I just really appreciate those people who did come and tried to have a good time. That means something to me.
Oh well. I guess it wasn't a TOTAL failure, but that's the last time I try to organize something. I tried to bend things into a circumstance where everyone had something pleasant, be it liquor, being out and about, chatting, or having something silly to be amused by. I did not succeed. Shit happens. Now I move on.
There is a banner ad on my Hotmail inbox right now bearing the words "Mortgage Rates Fall Again" and listing each of the 50 states and the District of Columbia. Each of these is depicted as a freakish infant which sways back and forth disturbingly to some unknown music heard only by their despicable kind. Needless to say, I am affrighted.
Do you know how much I enjoy ducks? Quite a bit.
All right, I'm tired. To bed.
Also, I added a comment to the IMDB message board about the aforementioned film, under the heading "Sequels." Mine should be the last one on there. Let me know what you think.
Tonight's adventure did not go as planned. I had wanted to take a group of current co-workers and some of those who've left us and go to a semi-fancy lounge in a semi-fancy hotel to listen to bad music while dressed in nice clothing. For many reasons, this turned out to be a bad idea. First, with one exception, none of the former co-workers decided to come. Most of them didn't even bother to say that they weren't coming. Also, none of the females came. This completely changes the dynamics of the situation.
The second issue was that no-one other than me thought that dressing up for no apparent reason would be amusing. I can understand why, but it seems to me that a lot of the fun of this would have been in being dressed up. It's like acting a part that we don't actually fit. We're not affluent. We would never typically hang out and listen to bad lounge music. It's all a show, an absurd joke on everyone else. But no one else got that. I guess I'm weird.
Finally, nobody had fun. Some people put on a brave face and tried, which I respect, but not everyone was so kind in this regard. Sure, the drinks were expensive, but not that much more so than they'd be anywhere else. Maybe because I don't purchase drinks, I didn't feel that sting. But then again, two people actually spent less than me by getting water as opposed to soda. So that's not the issue. What galls me somewhat is that I've done things I don't personally enjoy doing to spend time with some of these people. I've gone to parties, hung around, gone for cocktails and, aside from not always being certain that I would be attending, and typically leaving relatively early, I've done all that without complaint. I just really appreciate those people who did come and tried to have a good time. That means something to me.
Oh well. I guess it wasn't a TOTAL failure, but that's the last time I try to organize something. I tried to bend things into a circumstance where everyone had something pleasant, be it liquor, being out and about, chatting, or having something silly to be amused by. I did not succeed. Shit happens. Now I move on.
There is a banner ad on my Hotmail inbox right now bearing the words "Mortgage Rates Fall Again" and listing each of the 50 states and the District of Columbia. Each of these is depicted as a freakish infant which sways back and forth disturbingly to some unknown music heard only by their despicable kind. Needless to say, I am affrighted.
Do you know how much I enjoy ducks? Quite a bit.
All right, I'm tired. To bed.