I can FINALLY update my journal a bit! So here goes…
WEEKEND RECAP
The details are fuzzy as it's now Thursday, but I'll see what I can do to make this interesting.
Friday
We went to the long-awaited Elyse and Gene Housewarming party, made all the more special with an appearance by the soon to be extremely famous The Bobcats. Faye, Dom, Sherrard, Jacob and I arrived fashionably late because we were busy pre-drunking and watching Ginger Snaps (which was very entertaining and worth the hype). I must say those Canadians have a knack for surprisingly good horror films with female protagonists. Now we must get our hands on Ginger Snaps Back!
ANYWHO, we arrived at the party, met Maura, who is not only Elyse's friend from way back, but also the very first person whom I met on LJ before I met them in person. She wasn't a child molester or a 200 pound man, so I was pleased to meet her. She's also just as cool as she sounds in her “blog”. That last paragraph sounds painfully dorky upon re-reading it so I will simply move on.
The Wildcats were just as kick-ass as everyone said they would be. Those kids are gonna go far. They'll have a Stranger Suggests in no time, I tell you. And I will try to repress my jealous rage when that happens. There may have even been staffers FROM The Stranger there. Although I heard mixed accounts. Some people seemed to think that it was just “strangers”.
Saturday
We gathered our wits and strolled on down to Pacific Place for a matinee of Constantine. Apparently, many of the people I'd drunkenly invited to the movie the previous evening actually indented on showing up. So the Constantine Posse took our seats and prepared for the worst. Once again, we were pleasantly surprised! Keanu is still Keanu but the story is pretty interesting (apart from the lame subplot involving the Mexican just roaming around being evil) and the special effects were cool and the supporting cast was IN-credible! Even Gavin Rossdale, whose mere presence is comical, played a decent English Pansy Demon. Titda Swinton was mesmerizing and is so androgynous that I'm not convinced she's NOT a morally questionable arch-angel. And Peter Stormare as Satan was a joy to watch. Shia LaBouf's character was pretty unnecessary, but I just like having that kid around. I don't want to “spoil” anything so I'll just say that if you enjoyed the first Matrix, you will probably enjoy Constantine. Of course, they set it up for a sequel so hopefully it won't go the way of The Matrix and go from entertaining and decent to horrifically campy and lame.
After the movie, we caught an early happy hour at The Six Arms and just kept on drinking. We lost a few people along the way, tested out The Bus Stop, which is the new bar next door to Bimbo's that used to be a thrift store. It's kinda cool in there, even though their beer selection is limited. We also discovered that they had karaoke on Sundays so we made a plan to come back.
We then had a quick drink at the Cha Cha for old time's sake and headed back to my place for…I don't know what…TV? I think that's what we did. Like I said, it's Thursday. Things get fuzzy after a couple of days in this head of mine.
Sunday
We had breakfast at the B. & O. It was my first time there and I was very underwhelmed. $7.95 for eggs, TWO pieces (not 4) of toast and some crappy potatoes? No thanks! Give me the $3.50 plate of grease from Linda's or The Canterbury any day.
Then we hit Half Price Books for a while. I hit the yoga studio, and we got ready to sing our little hearts out at The Bus Stop.
And sing we did! It was kind of a strange scene because it seemed like the DJ knew EVERYONE in the place except for us. But we still got to sing a lot of songs, because the place was small. The DJ was even pretty nice even though she pulled that snooty business wherein she refused to call people who were singing songs she didn't like. But when she accidentally stopped the CD in the middle of my rendition of “Separate Ways” she genuinely apologized and let me and Faye sing “Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now” instead. (Because you simply CANNOT start “Separate Ways” again after that. You just have to let it rest and move on).
We were witness to one of the most amazing karaoke performers I have ever seen. A man called Ian, who bares a striking resemblance to David Sedaris, apparently knows his boys bands. And I don't mean just the lyrics. He knows all the dance moves too. And he does them. This man does NOT need to look at the monitor. He just needs room so that he can wave his arms and jump like a member of N'SYNC. It was nothing short of incredible. He did THREE songs like this and each one was more amazing than the last. All hail Ian.
The only real downers of the evening involved some loud and obnoxious girls (who acted out my karaoke pet peeve of making a solo song into a duet simply because they don't want to get up there by themselves), and some haters who were dissing on Oasis. But everything else was peachy creamy. I heart karaoke.
Monday
Nothing much happened apart from me sleeping in (even through the plumber installing a new dishwasher), and a bunch of us snoozing through The Punisher which is too boring for words. Even though I just typed some words.
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