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welcome to my world, bitch! today i ventured south to reston, virginia, where i met dan for the second time inside of a week. the plan was to catch a matinee of freddy vs. jason together. we had to resort to this covert, cloak-and-dagger business, you see, because the lot of our respective movie-snob friends would turn their noses at us. viewing a movie we know will be a total groaner before we even plunk down the inflated matinee-admission fee -- what were we thinking? (to be fair, when it came time to buy my ticket, i did feel slightly embarassed asking the matronly box office attendant for "one for freddy vs. jason, please.") however, the whole total-groaner aspect of freddy vs. jason is, i think, exactly why we wanted to see it. like how i have to stop on syndicated full house reruns if i pass by one while channel-surfing. kinda the same thing. of course, the afternoon got off to an inauspicious start when i underestimated sunday-afternoon beltway traffic and arrived in reston 29 minutes after the scheduled rendezvous time. and then, once we got in the theater, i made a seating faux pas that i thought might be faux pas-ier to attempt to rectify. (it actually reminded me of this time i went to see joe's apartment in high school with aaron mills and his brother, and aaron said we had to sit in the theater with a seat in between each of us. his rationale: "would be all sit on one couch together if the living room had other furniture in it? no.") so i felt pretty stupid. until, at least, the movie out-studpided me. like, OK. i know, it's freddy vs. jason, not the grapes of wrath. but it wasn't even really freddy vs. jason either. for the better part of an hour, it was more like nubile teen detectives and the case of the monster-movie mishmash. once freddy and jason finally got around to pounding the shit out of each other, the movie had a goofy kind of entertainment value. plus, it was worth six bucks just to see kelly rowland get slammed against a tree. her life was stole, and now we'll never know. but the last shot of the movie was a total cop-out. grrrr(oan). after the movie, we visited harris teeter, which somehow wasn't as cool as i remember it from february. then we went to best buy, where i picked up the new BT album and dan talked me out of buying jack frost 2: revenge of the mutant killer snowman on DVD. i complied, i guess because the day was only big enough for one bad horror movie. finally, we ended up at a nice little mexican restaurant that had the fastest service i've ever seen. we're talking entrees-seven-minutes-tops-after-we-ordered fast. good times. i really enjoy dan's company. he says things like, "i once made myself read an issue of entertainment weekly in its entirety," and it's as if he's speaking jamiese, which i thought was a dead language. warning: if you see dan, approach him immediately and make him tell you about the time he left two bags of vomit in the backyard for several months. funniest. fucking. story. ever. quote of the day: "i dunno. were you done looking for teets?" dan, after i asked if we should continue teetering at harris teeter. Post a comment in response: |
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