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threeplusfireI actually rose out of bed at 9am on a Sunday for the first time in who knows how long. I'm not sure whether to blame the wine, the movies, or the rain.
The drive was hellacious. One of my windshield wipers came off, so we had to stop in South Austin to replace it, and then driving on 35 in the sheeting rain was one of the least fun experiences ever. I was doing 45mph at points and still felt wildly unsafe, especially when the left lane was full of people driving about 80. A couple miles from our exit we saw a pickup truck facing the wrong way and on the driver's side across the lefthand lane. I could see the ambulance parked on the other side of the barrier, a toolbox and junk scattered on the wet pavement.
At long last though we made it to the Little House to pet the snaggletooth cat, eat pizza, make emergency runs to the gas station for corkscrews, consume copious amounts of red wine, and watch movies. Finally saw Gangs of New York which was a brilliant movie except for all the bits after the Butcher's death. I didn't even recognize Cameron Diaz, which was a good thing, and gods above how creepy fantastic is Daniel Day Lewis. And people said the South was uncivillized? Wow.
As a nightcap, we saw 24 Hour Party People which was enjoyable and weird. Parts of it crakced me up, especially in regards to how bloody polite the British can be even when getting blow jobs from prostitutes in the back of a car. "Do you mind if I..?" I'm far too young to remember much of that era, as Ian Curtis killed himself the same year I was born. But it was a curious and interesting thing to behold.
The coffee calls me, and I think we're seeing Kill Bill later on. More movies, laziness and drinking to come.
(And yes, I heard the scores on the radio.)
The drive was hellacious. One of my windshield wipers came off, so we had to stop in South Austin to replace it, and then driving on 35 in the sheeting rain was one of the least fun experiences ever. I was doing 45mph at points and still felt wildly unsafe, especially when the left lane was full of people driving about 80. A couple miles from our exit we saw a pickup truck facing the wrong way and on the driver's side across the lefthand lane. I could see the ambulance parked on the other side of the barrier, a toolbox and junk scattered on the wet pavement.
At long last though we made it to the Little House to pet the snaggletooth cat, eat pizza, make emergency runs to the gas station for corkscrews, consume copious amounts of red wine, and watch movies. Finally saw Gangs of New York which was a brilliant movie except for all the bits after the Butcher's death. I didn't even recognize Cameron Diaz, which was a good thing, and gods above how creepy fantastic is Daniel Day Lewis. And people said the South was uncivillized? Wow.
As a nightcap, we saw 24 Hour Party People which was enjoyable and weird. Parts of it crakced me up, especially in regards to how bloody polite the British can be even when getting blow jobs from prostitutes in the back of a car. "Do you mind if I..?" I'm far too young to remember much of that era, as Ian Curtis killed himself the same year I was born. But it was a curious and interesting thing to behold.
The coffee calls me, and I think we're seeing Kill Bill later on. More movies, laziness and drinking to come.
(And yes, I heard the scores on the radio.)
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