NYD; Day off; Two Rows'; Children of Men; Monster Trucks; Work
Spurred by a friend request from Erica Shatford on Facebook, I begin pilfering profiles to find (well, I could keep this aliteration thing going, but I won't) people (OK, couldn't resist) to add to my friend list. Facebook is so much more pleasant than the blight that is Myspace. Anyway.
I spied a quote in Lindsey Bacon's profile that now has me listening to a junior year of high school staple, Everclear's fun So Much For The Afterglow. Ahh, memories.
Speaking of memories...
1/1
New Year's Day was nice and quiet. I took the opportunity to finish settling back into my apartment after my holiday absence, got some good DS time in, made a nice pot of slow-cooked black beans (leftovers from salsa), and generally relished my free time, as I am wont to do.
Cindy was supposed to meet me up at the Prole to see Dan DJ, but as I was about to leave I got a call from her saying she'd had a flat, and though she could change it herself, she was feeling a bit isolated, so I jumped in the car and headed up to meet her and provide security service.
After that, on to the Prole. All the Prole nights are running together, but doubtless there was beer and good company.
1/2
In a brilliant stroke of strategery, I had told the boss that I would be getting back in town on the 2nd and would return to work on the 3rd, and thus managed an extra day off without incurring any difficulties. It was glorious.
1/3
Another night up at Two Rows', probably organized by the kids in the program. The problem with writing these entries 4 months out is that things like Two Rows', the Prole, Woodrow's, and (formerly) Cecil's all blend together. But it's unlikely that anything particularly distinctive happened.
1/5
Cindy and I went to join her brother for the pre/post-apocalyptic Children of Men which had been getting good reviews. The film was technically impressive (though the whole apocalyptic London thing may be overplayed; see 28 Days Later, V for Vendetta, and, most recently, 28 Weeks Later), with appropriately weird atmosphere, great acting and camera work, etc., but I found the overall plot disappointing. No real payoff, no real explanation of anything.
We dropped by Woodrow's afterwards, presumably meeting up with Will and others for beer...
1/6
I'm pretty sure this one was Angela's fault. She and Char decided that it was worth checking out the monster truck rally, and, deciding it was a perspective-expanding experience, Cindy and I opted to join them. Coming back to civilization from Susan and Jerry's, I met Char, Angela, and Char's friend whose name I can't remember at Angela's place, chugged a beer, and then took off to pick up Cindy and park at an apartment complex near Reliant. Char had some mini bottles of Cuervo; I quickly polished mine off on the walk over, figuring a buzz would only improve the experience.
It's funny that something as simple and common as a monster truck rally could sell out the fucking Reliant stadium. But it did. We got there, got beer, and settled in.
I have to say, the "race" section of things blowed. Completely boring. Well, the truck races. The ATV races were reasonably entertaining. But once the races were over (really, how much racing can two monster trucks do on a football field?), the "freestyle" event began, and that's where we got to see big ass trucks with big ass tires destroy other vehicles, and that's where things got good.
You could tell who had money because they were the ones that let loose. The ones who didn't may have crushed a few cars, but the ones who did made sure that they rolled their trucks, blew things up, etc. And if you can't see what's great about watching a truck jump over a mobile home, clip the top, roll a few times, and then burst into flames while the driver walks calmly out, well, I don't know if I can still be your friend.
(pictures coming later for proof)
Afterwards, some dinner. I think it was Cindy that suggested 59 Diner, which was apparently an old high school hangout for her. Nothing special, but I had a decent burger.
1/7
Notes say "dinner"; that's not very descriptive. Presumably I ate something. Maybe Cindy cooked? I dunno. Anyway, I had to put together a presentation for our lame journal club at school, so afterwards I got to work hunting down a paper to review.
I spied a quote in Lindsey Bacon's profile that now has me listening to a junior year of high school staple, Everclear's fun So Much For The Afterglow. Ahh, memories.
Speaking of memories...
1/1
New Year's Day was nice and quiet. I took the opportunity to finish settling back into my apartment after my holiday absence, got some good DS time in, made a nice pot of slow-cooked black beans (leftovers from salsa), and generally relished my free time, as I am wont to do.
Cindy was supposed to meet me up at the Prole to see Dan DJ, but as I was about to leave I got a call from her saying she'd had a flat, and though she could change it herself, she was feeling a bit isolated, so I jumped in the car and headed up to meet her and provide security service.
After that, on to the Prole. All the Prole nights are running together, but doubtless there was beer and good company.
1/2
In a brilliant stroke of strategery, I had told the boss that I would be getting back in town on the 2nd and would return to work on the 3rd, and thus managed an extra day off without incurring any difficulties. It was glorious.
1/3
Another night up at Two Rows', probably organized by the kids in the program. The problem with writing these entries 4 months out is that things like Two Rows', the Prole, Woodrow's, and (formerly) Cecil's all blend together. But it's unlikely that anything particularly distinctive happened.
1/5
Cindy and I went to join her brother for the pre/post-apocalyptic Children of Men which had been getting good reviews. The film was technically impressive (though the whole apocalyptic London thing may be overplayed; see 28 Days Later, V for Vendetta, and, most recently, 28 Weeks Later), with appropriately weird atmosphere, great acting and camera work, etc., but I found the overall plot disappointing. No real payoff, no real explanation of anything.
We dropped by Woodrow's afterwards, presumably meeting up with Will and others for beer...
1/6
I'm pretty sure this one was Angela's fault. She and Char decided that it was worth checking out the monster truck rally, and, deciding it was a perspective-expanding experience, Cindy and I opted to join them. Coming back to civilization from Susan and Jerry's, I met Char, Angela, and Char's friend whose name I can't remember at Angela's place, chugged a beer, and then took off to pick up Cindy and park at an apartment complex near Reliant. Char had some mini bottles of Cuervo; I quickly polished mine off on the walk over, figuring a buzz would only improve the experience.
It's funny that something as simple and common as a monster truck rally could sell out the fucking Reliant stadium. But it did. We got there, got beer, and settled in.
I have to say, the "race" section of things blowed. Completely boring. Well, the truck races. The ATV races were reasonably entertaining. But once the races were over (really, how much racing can two monster trucks do on a football field?), the "freestyle" event began, and that's where we got to see big ass trucks with big ass tires destroy other vehicles, and that's where things got good.
You could tell who had money because they were the ones that let loose. The ones who didn't may have crushed a few cars, but the ones who did made sure that they rolled their trucks, blew things up, etc. And if you can't see what's great about watching a truck jump over a mobile home, clip the top, roll a few times, and then burst into flames while the driver walks calmly out, well, I don't know if I can still be your friend.
(pictures coming later for proof)
Afterwards, some dinner. I think it was Cindy that suggested 59 Diner, which was apparently an old high school hangout for her. Nothing special, but I had a decent burger.
1/7
Notes say "dinner"; that's not very descriptive. Presumably I ate something. Maybe Cindy cooked? I dunno. Anyway, I had to put together a presentation for our lame journal club at school, so afterwards I got to work hunting down a paper to review.
posted by L. Maxwell Ward at 1:45 AM
