Dear Val Kilmer... let's touch.
Welcome to Wednesday, everyone. As I mentioned yesterday, our office has been abnormally cold. We found out that the reason for this is that some moron broke our heating pump for this part of the building, so we're sitting at a nice 56 to 58 degrees, depending on the time of day. Thankfully I am bundled up in a brand new pretty red sweater and a nice pair of blue jeans. Not only that, but I have a Vanilla Caramel flavored cup of coffee to warm me up. I'll probably fair better today than I did yesterday, in my capris and short-sleeved blouse.
Last night was a bit bittersweet. It was trivia night at Linda's Downstairs. Jenni and Other Liz were a bit late. When they did arrive, Other Liz informed me that after three years with her boyfriend, she had been dumped, and she doesn't know why, as the only explanation he provided was "I can't do this anymore." We tried to stay positive, kept her drinking, and tried to enjoy trivia. I even did a few tequila shots for moral support. (I stayed sober.) We ended up going back to Liz's place to drink some wine and have some Super Fudge Brownie ice cream, while we imparted wisdom, as friends. In the end, though, we still had to say goodnight, and she still went to bed crying. I thought maybe having gone through that recently I would be of more help, but I wasn't. It's amazing how no matter how much wisdom you can attain through experience, the tears of a friend can stop you dead in your tracks. We just hugged her, though. We listened. We held her hair back when the situation required. There's really not much else you can do. You see them go through the same things you went through. Saying their name, and then numbly trying to call them your ex-boyfriend... which inevitably makes you laugh, because otherwise you'll cry. You drink until you can't feel feelings, as Peter Griffin puts it. All the good stuff, heh. That's life, though. "Suck it up. You only get one."
I'm talking with gangwaygirls right now about grocery shopping, and it's made me realize something. I am a terrible grocery shopper. There's this sort of innate mom talent of shopping for the long term. You'll come home with bags of food that will last you weeks. I go to the grocery store, drop $100, and it's gone in about a week, or so. Also, my choices are just... I don't know what to buy. Sometimes I'll walk out with wine, Triscuits, and some frozen corn. Another time I'll have hot dogs, green tea, and some cherries. (I eat cherries now.) I don't know what I'm doing at all. I feel like a guy. I wander around for what could end up being an hour and walk out with about five things of no relation or consequences. They might not even be food items!
Tonight is karaoke. Maybe. I'm just ready for Friday, already. Not because of work or anything. Surprisingly going to work isn't a hassle anymore. It's kind of nice! I just want to get paid. I have so much I need to take care of, plus I need to go "grocery shopping".
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang:
I could be eloquent about this movie. I could craft beautiful sentences and paragraphs that express deep feelings for this movie, as well as some quips about the plot. Instead I will just say that I love it. Some parts made me almost piss myself laughing. Val Kilmer, my first love (only after Han Solo) is brilliant as Gay Perry. Robert Downey Jr. is wonderful. The whole thing, start to finish is fantastic. It's pretty much a modern day noir dropped into a dark comedy. What's even cooler is that all the "chapter titles" used in the movie are actually Raymond Chandler titles. If you don't know who that is, you need to find out. Also, if you pick up a copy of the DVD, listen to the commentary. It's not worthless like a lot of commentary out there. It is two hours of comedy gold. It's definitely now way up there on my list of favorite movies of all time.
Last night was a bit bittersweet. It was trivia night at Linda's Downstairs. Jenni and Other Liz were a bit late. When they did arrive, Other Liz informed me that after three years with her boyfriend, she had been dumped, and she doesn't know why, as the only explanation he provided was "I can't do this anymore." We tried to stay positive, kept her drinking, and tried to enjoy trivia. I even did a few tequila shots for moral support. (I stayed sober.) We ended up going back to Liz's place to drink some wine and have some Super Fudge Brownie ice cream, while we imparted wisdom, as friends. In the end, though, we still had to say goodnight, and she still went to bed crying. I thought maybe having gone through that recently I would be of more help, but I wasn't. It's amazing how no matter how much wisdom you can attain through experience, the tears of a friend can stop you dead in your tracks. We just hugged her, though. We listened. We held her hair back when the situation required. There's really not much else you can do. You see them go through the same things you went through. Saying their name, and then numbly trying to call them your ex-boyfriend... which inevitably makes you laugh, because otherwise you'll cry. You drink until you can't feel feelings, as Peter Griffin puts it. All the good stuff, heh. That's life, though. "Suck it up. You only get one."
I'm talking with gangwaygirls right now about grocery shopping, and it's made me realize something. I am a terrible grocery shopper. There's this sort of innate mom talent of shopping for the long term. You'll come home with bags of food that will last you weeks. I go to the grocery store, drop $100, and it's gone in about a week, or so. Also, my choices are just... I don't know what to buy. Sometimes I'll walk out with wine, Triscuits, and some frozen corn. Another time I'll have hot dogs, green tea, and some cherries. (I eat cherries now.) I don't know what I'm doing at all. I feel like a guy. I wander around for what could end up being an hour and walk out with about five things of no relation or consequences. They might not even be food items!
Tonight is karaoke. Maybe. I'm just ready for Friday, already. Not because of work or anything. Surprisingly going to work isn't a hassle anymore. It's kind of nice! I just want to get paid. I have so much I need to take care of, plus I need to go "grocery shopping".
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang:
I could be eloquent about this movie. I could craft beautiful sentences and paragraphs that express deep feelings for this movie, as well as some quips about the plot. Instead I will just say that I love it. Some parts made me almost piss myself laughing. Val Kilmer, my first love (only after Han Solo) is brilliant as Gay Perry. Robert Downey Jr. is wonderful. The whole thing, start to finish is fantastic. It's pretty much a modern day noir dropped into a dark comedy. What's even cooler is that all the "chapter titles" used in the movie are actually Raymond Chandler titles. If you don't know who that is, you need to find out. Also, if you pick up a copy of the DVD, listen to the commentary. It's not worthless like a lot of commentary out there. It is two hours of comedy gold. It's definitely now way up there on my list of favorite movies of all time.