Sometimes, there are those days where the World just seems to come at you with no rhyme or reason and you have no idea why. Well, this wasn’t one of those days.
This was one of those days where the World came at me, but it was all because of my own doing. Since this is Tax Free weekend, George and I went out to do some shopping and lunch Friday morning. By the time I finally got into work, it was about 2:30. I had some MAJOR catch-up to play in addition to finding someone to go see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat with me. Thankfully, Nortel (Greatest place to work, eva.) understands that there are people like me that don’t adhere to a normal sleeping schedule, or even a normal working schedule for that matter, and as long as I’m a good and prosperous worker (which I have confirmed with my bosses), I have certain liberties. Yea me!
After a while of searching for someone to go with, I decided to take George as my “Man-date” (Just two guys going to see a play together. No funny business.), and we both really enjoyed the play. Due to popularity, they’ve extended it for another week. Go see it! (I think Lee’s planning a group watching next week, so talk to him.)
Then, we were onto Part 2 of the evening. An inebriated watching of Strangeheart at The Magnolia. A movie, along the same lines as Rocky Horror, where audience participation is, not just allowed, but encouraged. So is drinking. Which a number of us did. George and I were accompanied by a slew of people I knew would make this a great evening: Lee, Carolyn, Allison, Peck, Audra and Joe. I brought my homemade “Gatorade” (Read: Midori Sour). Matt Peck had some tasty Buttermint Schnapps that he was passing around. By the time, it got to me a 3rd time, I decided to take a huge swig of it, only to find that he replaced it with pure Gin. I nearly spewed it on Carolyn, who was sitting in front of me. (I’ll get you for that Peck.)
Anyway, back to the movie. There are the typical lines that you’re supposed to shout out at opportune times, but I found that our own improvisational lines, belted out mainly by Lee and a few others that were “taken by the spirits”, had the entire theatre in an uproar and were much mo’ betta. Afterwards, a few of us went to Café Brazil for some after movie/drinking food. I was dragging myself around until I finally got my French Toast and I was hit with my 3rd or 4th wind or something.
Going to bed, I knew that my biological clock was going to keep waking me up, telling me that it’s time to go to work, but thankfully, I was able to press the internal Snooze button and get my 8 hours of sleep from 5AM – 1PM. J
–Snoopy Kiss is glad that he’s not a giant. Because then the only movies he would be able to see is at the drive in theatre. And then, I’d probably crush some cars.