Weekend, other bits
Bryan picked me up from school on Friday afternoon and we went o my place to play with my stereo for a while before going downtown to meet Lisa for dinner. Our original destination was closed, so we ended up at Bossa for their upscale Latin fusion. Lisa and Jennifer (?) had already ordered the plantain chips and black beans, which were tasty. I enjoyed their skirt steak, which was pricy but tasty, but was ultimately jealous of the excellent pork tenderloin and asparagus that Lisa had ordered—it was excellent. Bryan and I split a pitcher of mojitos; I hadn't had any of those since I was visiting Thomas and David. Bryan and I returned to my place for some of my jalapeño margaritas before joining Dan, Kristin and co. at Rudyard's for further drinkage. We eventually migrated to Poison Girl and partook of cheap Lone Star, goldfish, and pinball. Bryan and Kristin tried to convince me to drink combined dregs of a cocktail, white wine, and vodka gimlet that our table's previous occupants had left on the table. Kristin came close when she offered me $10, but I hated to take her money.
I caught up with Dan and Kristin again on Saturday night to go to Danseparc, a DJ night at Numbers, where I usually only go to see the occasional show. It was an interesting scene; the risers on one side of the room where people were congregating, along with the sparsely-populated dance floor gave the place a bit of a junior high dance air, but it was also very much what you would expect from a club populated by indie kids. The music was pretty good; lots of eighties stuff, but that could have been due to the fact that much of the current musical climate is eighties revivalism. It's easy to mix Franz Ferdinand and the Killers with the Cure and early U2. I also heard some Go Team!, which was perfect for the club setting, and they managed to make an Arcade Fire song seem appropriate as well.
Still, out of all the clubs I've been to, this was the most tolerable. There were lots of cute girls there, though I wasn't particularly impressed by the ones in their faux-seventies punk outfits, or the ones in bustiers, garter belts, and latex shorts. There were lots of smarmy-looking guys there, too, wearing eye makeup, or to put it in the words of the Darkness, "drunk and... surly in Latino lover mode". Exceptions aside, though, the were my kind of people.
I had been wanting, since it was first in theaters, to see Kevin Smith's Jersey Girl but was too scared to do it, especially if it meant paying money. I finally got the nerve to watch it on Monday night, though, and found it... innocuous. It wasn't completely scrubbed of Smith's usual fingerprints—the pop culture references were still there, as were the masturbatory references—but ultimately, it could have been made by anybody. He couldn't have entirely intended to sell out, though, as if he had wanted to make a purely feel-good family film, he would have taken out what little sex was in there. In the end, it's all kind of baffling. Still, there are worse ways I could have spent two hours of my life.
I had Pei Wei for dinner tonight and tried edamame for the first time, after Thomas and Rebecca had raved about it. I guess it was nice enough, but I wasn't overly impressed.
I've also been reading some of the Sin City comics. The degree of verisimilitude achieved by the film is nothing short of impressive. The movie was pretty much a perfect copy of the comic. The real question, though, is should it have been, or should they have made it more of an adaptation and taken advantage of the possibilities of a different medium?
I caught up with Dan and Kristin again on Saturday night to go to Danseparc, a DJ night at Numbers, where I usually only go to see the occasional show. It was an interesting scene; the risers on one side of the room where people were congregating, along with the sparsely-populated dance floor gave the place a bit of a junior high dance air, but it was also very much what you would expect from a club populated by indie kids. The music was pretty good; lots of eighties stuff, but that could have been due to the fact that much of the current musical climate is eighties revivalism. It's easy to mix Franz Ferdinand and the Killers with the Cure and early U2. I also heard some Go Team!, which was perfect for the club setting, and they managed to make an Arcade Fire song seem appropriate as well.
Still, out of all the clubs I've been to, this was the most tolerable. There were lots of cute girls there, though I wasn't particularly impressed by the ones in their faux-seventies punk outfits, or the ones in bustiers, garter belts, and latex shorts. There were lots of smarmy-looking guys there, too, wearing eye makeup, or to put it in the words of the Darkness, "drunk and... surly in Latino lover mode". Exceptions aside, though, the were my kind of people.
I had been wanting, since it was first in theaters, to see Kevin Smith's Jersey Girl but was too scared to do it, especially if it meant paying money. I finally got the nerve to watch it on Monday night, though, and found it... innocuous. It wasn't completely scrubbed of Smith's usual fingerprints—the pop culture references were still there, as were the masturbatory references—but ultimately, it could have been made by anybody. He couldn't have entirely intended to sell out, though, as if he had wanted to make a purely feel-good family film, he would have taken out what little sex was in there. In the end, it's all kind of baffling. Still, there are worse ways I could have spent two hours of my life.
I had Pei Wei for dinner tonight and tried edamame for the first time, after Thomas and Rebecca had raved about it. I guess it was nice enough, but I wasn't overly impressed.
I've also been reading some of the Sin City comics. The degree of verisimilitude achieved by the film is nothing short of impressive. The movie was pretty much a perfect copy of the comic. The real question, though, is should it have been, or should they have made it more of an adaptation and taken advantage of the possibilities of a different medium?
posted by L. Maxwell Ward at 12:02 PM
