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thehefnerBlast. I was all psyched to go to New York just for the day, with the sole and express purpose of catching the final weekend of SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE at Studio 54, and what happened? Mom punked out on me.
We were gonna drive up, seeing as how I was having a great deal of difficulty getting bus tickets scheduled, and there's no way I'm up for doing that drive solo in my still-exhausted-from-travel condition. Now it turns out she spaced on the fact that she was gonna be out of town for the weekend, so nope, NYC ain't happening.
Not that I'm surprised, mind you. She has a history of doing this, which is why I held off on actually buying the tickets. Still, shit.
Greyhound schedules aren't showing up for me online, and the train is a hundred bucks each way. Even still, going through all that just to see the show alone... man, I'm just hoping it's getting filmed for GREAT PERFORMANCES or something. Sigh.
Hell with this. If I'm gonna be grounded in DC for the weekend, I'm gonna finally get some goddamned sleep. And then, I'll spend tomorrow rehearsing hardcore, then reward myself with a Perfect Heftini (truly, a cocktail I can call my own!) and then see WALL*E, which I understand is a masterpiece.
I skipped RATATOUILLE in theaters, half because I thought, "Well, it's so obviously great that I don't even need to see it!" which makes no sense, and also because I was still disillusioned with Pixar for making CARS (which I haven't seen, can you blame me?), and I deeply regret that foolish decision. RATATOUILLE is neck and neck with FINDING NEMO as my favorite Pixar film, with INCREDIBLES floating up there as well, and was one of the top ten best films of the year. I won't make the mistake of missing out on a Pixar film in theaters again.
On the plus side, seeing Dethklok in concert last night was totally awesome. Even if it meant being in a packed house with metal fans and metal fan wannabes; a group that largely includes people who have no business going shirtless and girls who are walking Venus Heffie Traps. You know the kind I mean.
We were gonna drive up, seeing as how I was having a great deal of difficulty getting bus tickets scheduled, and there's no way I'm up for doing that drive solo in my still-exhausted-from-travel condition. Now it turns out she spaced on the fact that she was gonna be out of town for the weekend, so nope, NYC ain't happening.
Not that I'm surprised, mind you. She has a history of doing this, which is why I held off on actually buying the tickets. Still, shit.
Greyhound schedules aren't showing up for me online, and the train is a hundred bucks each way. Even still, going through all that just to see the show alone... man, I'm just hoping it's getting filmed for GREAT PERFORMANCES or something. Sigh.
Hell with this. If I'm gonna be grounded in DC for the weekend, I'm gonna finally get some goddamned sleep. And then, I'll spend tomorrow rehearsing hardcore, then reward myself with a Perfect Heftini (truly, a cocktail I can call my own!) and then see WALL*E, which I understand is a masterpiece.
I skipped RATATOUILLE in theaters, half because I thought, "Well, it's so obviously great that I don't even need to see it!" which makes no sense, and also because I was still disillusioned with Pixar for making CARS (which I haven't seen, can you blame me?), and I deeply regret that foolish decision. RATATOUILLE is neck and neck with FINDING NEMO as my favorite Pixar film, with INCREDIBLES floating up there as well, and was one of the top ten best films of the year. I won't make the mistake of missing out on a Pixar film in theaters again.
On the plus side, seeing Dethklok in concert last night was totally awesome. Even if it meant being in a packed house with metal fans and metal fan wannabes; a group that largely includes people who have no business going shirtless and girls who are walking Venus Heffie Traps. You know the kind I mean.
