Ha, it's a good thing I got my Mark Bellhorn entry in since he's been designated for assignment. Farewell, Smellhorn, may you live to strike out looking another day.
This weekend was unusual. It started out with our attending a hastily planned wedding (no comment for the protection of all involved). After that we resumed our original plans, which were to escape up north. Since we got a late start, we arrived late in the afternoon after sitting in traffic listening to Dane Cook and watching the tempreature drop twenty degrees. We checked into our rustic little motel, went to dinner at a place that had a half hour wait as opposed to the hour and a half wait at the place we usually go, and saw the 40 Year Old Virgin at the Most Pathetic Movie Theater in the Free World.
To give you a sense of place, the Most Pathetic Movie Theater in the Free World was inside the Most Pathetic Mall in the Free World. This mall had been decaying since whenever it was built, and every available surface was brown: walls, floor, ceiling, benches, etc. I did not want to touch anything at this mall. In fact, it is a stretch to call it a mall at all because "mall" implies a busy mercantile establishment and this mall was comprised of just four craptacular stores (JC Penney, Payless, Waldenbooks and Fashion Bug), a kiosk advertising inground swimming pools, a Chinese restaurant called Panda Garden, and the theater.
But even though the mall was scary and the theater was pathetic and the screen was small and the floor was sticky and there was a funny smell and I may never be able to separate those details from my memories of seeing the movie, it was still funny as hell. Go see it if you want to laugh your ass off. Don't be scared by Steve Carell's weird-looking nipples and belly button during the waxing scene, but while we're on the subject, what the hell is going on with that? Was he involved in some sort of torso erasure accident and needed to have them surgically reconstructed?
Yesterday we drove down through the lakes region, hitting some of our usual stops, and we stopped for lunch. The waitress seemed vaguely familiar, like someone who could have looked like someone I used to know, nothing I would have obsessed over, but she asked me who I was and it turns out we went to school together. She is married to the brother of a girl in our class who bit me in second grade. We talked about who we still kept in touch with and about the people who never left town, including this girl who was the popularity queen of junior high who still lives with her parents. Apparently someone is trying to put together a 10-year reunion. I didn't ask where or when though, because fuck that.
Last night we watched the series finale of Six Feet Under. I could barely talk after it was over. That show was genius, can I just say? I think back on its five seasons and it was consistently emotional, jarring, comforting, entertaining... everything a show should be. It may be the best television show ever made. I'll miss looking forward to new episodes on Sunday nights but I undertstand that they had to end it, had to go out on the ultimate high note, in order to preserve the show as a body of art, a story that began and ended in a way that was natural, fucked up, and appropriate.
This weekend was unusual. It started out with our attending a hastily planned wedding (no comment for the protection of all involved). After that we resumed our original plans, which were to escape up north. Since we got a late start, we arrived late in the afternoon after sitting in traffic listening to Dane Cook and watching the tempreature drop twenty degrees. We checked into our rustic little motel, went to dinner at a place that had a half hour wait as opposed to the hour and a half wait at the place we usually go, and saw the 40 Year Old Virgin at the Most Pathetic Movie Theater in the Free World.
To give you a sense of place, the Most Pathetic Movie Theater in the Free World was inside the Most Pathetic Mall in the Free World. This mall had been decaying since whenever it was built, and every available surface was brown: walls, floor, ceiling, benches, etc. I did not want to touch anything at this mall. In fact, it is a stretch to call it a mall at all because "mall" implies a busy mercantile establishment and this mall was comprised of just four craptacular stores (JC Penney, Payless, Waldenbooks and Fashion Bug), a kiosk advertising inground swimming pools, a Chinese restaurant called Panda Garden, and the theater.
But even though the mall was scary and the theater was pathetic and the screen was small and the floor was sticky and there was a funny smell and I may never be able to separate those details from my memories of seeing the movie, it was still funny as hell. Go see it if you want to laugh your ass off. Don't be scared by Steve Carell's weird-looking nipples and belly button during the waxing scene, but while we're on the subject, what the hell is going on with that? Was he involved in some sort of torso erasure accident and needed to have them surgically reconstructed?
Yesterday we drove down through the lakes region, hitting some of our usual stops, and we stopped for lunch. The waitress seemed vaguely familiar, like someone who could have looked like someone I used to know, nothing I would have obsessed over, but she asked me who I was and it turns out we went to school together. She is married to the brother of a girl in our class who bit me in second grade. We talked about who we still kept in touch with and about the people who never left town, including this girl who was the popularity queen of junior high who still lives with her parents. Apparently someone is trying to put together a 10-year reunion. I didn't ask where or when though, because fuck that.
Last night we watched the series finale of Six Feet Under. I could barely talk after it was over. That show was genius, can I just say? I think back on its five seasons and it was consistently emotional, jarring, comforting, entertaining... everything a show should be. It may be the best television show ever made. I'll miss looking forward to new episodes on Sunday nights but I undertstand that they had to end it, had to go out on the ultimate high note, in order to preserve the show as a body of art, a story that began and ended in a way that was natural, fucked up, and appropriate.
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