New Year's Weekend
[I am writing this entry from the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport because I am picking up my housemate from the airport. I never been inside of the airport, but it is very similar to the airport in Buffalo. Do most airport resemble each other? I don't know because I don't fly much. I left my house at 8:40pm and I didn't get back home until 11:50pm because they lost my housemate's bag. Well, they didn't lose it. They just failed to put it on the conveyor belt with the rest of his stuff. It was too late to finish this post, so I am posting it now.]
Anyway...
This weekend was fun. This was the second long weekend in two weeks and I end up just lying around in bed and being a bum. I don't like to do much during my vacation time because it is my time off of work. And basically, I lead a generally boring life.
This past Friday I went to see The Producers with this guy I have been hanging out with for a couple of weeks. I got out of work at noon, and I met up with him at a new restaurant in my area. We had lunch and conversed, and it was fun. I paid this time because he paid for dinner the week before, and I wanted to be fair. After lunch we headed to the theater, he got bought the tickets, and we headed in the theater. It turned out that we was so early that we walked in during the end credits of the movie and there were only two people inside. The credits ended, the two people left, and we ended up being the only people in the theater. It was uncomfortable. He was making advances but I was trying to laugh them off as if he were joking. But he was serious. People slowly trickled into the theater until the movie start time. The previews started and I was tuned out everyone around me.
I don't know why, but I MUST see the Dream Girls movie. The movie hasn't started filming but they have a trailer in the theaters. The trailer consist of three girls wearing blue sequined dresses moving around while Jennifer Holiday's version of "And I Am Telling You" ending with girls in a diva-like pose. It was awesome. I really hope that the "acting" abilities of Beyonce Knowles won't ruin the movie for me.
I thought the movie was good. But is it possible to enjoy the movie but hate the stars? I absolutely hated Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick is movie. There was entirely too much mugging and overacting from these two. It seems as though they just brought the same performance from the Broadway stage onto the big screen. You can't do that. On stage you are trying to emote so that you can reach the people in the back-row, but in on big screen the performances should have been more subtle. I am not sure how Nathan Lane got nominated for a Golden Globe for this performance.
That notwithstanding, I would have enjoyed the movie more if the person who accompanied me wasn't trying to grope me. I spent the entire movie squeezed next to my right arm rest because the guy I was with kept trying to grab me. I am not against touching in a theater, but if I am pulling away from you that means that I am not interested. The guy didn't get the hint. The movie ended, and we proceeded to our cars. We talked about the movie during the walk and we reached our vehicles I gave him a handshake and I was on my way. He is a nice guy, but I am not attracted to him at all. He will just end up being a movie buddy.
Saturday I just stayed in did nothing. I watched all four season of Mr. Show with Bob and David on DVD, went out for McDonald's after watching Super Size Me (even though I thought it would have the opposite effect). I got a call from Michael asking what I planned on doing for New Year Eve and I told him of my lazy plan. It seemed like he wanted me to join at a party being put on by his friends. After explaining that I just planned to stay in because I didn't want to be on the road, I was never asked.
I ended up doing laundry to make sure all my clothes were clean because the new year. In my house, you were forbidden to wash on New Year Day. I am not sure why, you just weren't. I always thought it was silly and questioned my mom about it but I never got a straight answer. I was told it was something her mother told her, and she was just passing it down. Just like not allowing hat to lay on a bed ... but I guess that had to due more with bad luck. Even though I find no logic about washing on New Year Day, I still don't do it by habit. I am scared what would happen if I did. I don't watch to find out. After my all my clothes were fluffed and folded, I got back into bed to watch some TV.
I watched Dick Clark on ABC, and it was frightening. It wasn't due to the sight of Dick Clark post-stroke, but it was due to Mariah's tacky outfit. I swear, her stylist must hate her. It was visibly cold outside and she is wearing this short gown showing all kinds of skin while her background dancers, DJ, and 2/3 of the Lox wear bundled up. Pourquoi, Mariah? You have a ton of money ... why do you dress the way you do? The ball dropped in NYC at 11pm CST and I turned the channel. Happy New Year.
The first day of 2006 began like any other, I woke around 9am and lounged in bed until 11am. I got a call from Michael at 11:30am to see if I wanted to play tennis; I did. I met him at his place around 2pm and we headed to a nearby court. He beat me, again -- but it was a good match. My serve was back and I got 4 aces. We only played tennis and then I dropped him off and headed back home. I showered, made dinner and heading back to the coziness of my bed and watched The L Word marathon on Showtime. The show is about lesbians but it is much better written than Queer as Folk (where the central characters are gay men). I watched until about 1am and I was off to bed.
Today was alright. I went out for a bit, ate MORE McDonald's. It is only the second day in the new year and I am already breaking one of my resolutions. I have to get my diet back together. It seriously fell off since I started graduate school. I went 2 years eating fast food like 4 a year, now it is at least once a week. I am going to start bring my own lunch to work because the stuff I get isn't healthy at all. I can save some money and get food that is fresh and good. It's win-win. At the end of the year, I will see how the diet has changed.
... I have to get back down to my stripper weight.
Anyway...
This weekend was fun. This was the second long weekend in two weeks and I end up just lying around in bed and being a bum. I don't like to do much during my vacation time because it is my time off of work. And basically, I lead a generally boring life.
This past Friday I went to see The Producers with this guy I have been hanging out with for a couple of weeks. I got out of work at noon, and I met up with him at a new restaurant in my area. We had lunch and conversed, and it was fun. I paid this time because he paid for dinner the week before, and I wanted to be fair. After lunch we headed to the theater, he got bought the tickets, and we headed in the theater. It turned out that we was so early that we walked in during the end credits of the movie and there were only two people inside. The credits ended, the two people left, and we ended up being the only people in the theater. It was uncomfortable. He was making advances but I was trying to laugh them off as if he were joking. But he was serious. People slowly trickled into the theater until the movie start time. The previews started and I was tuned out everyone around me.
I don't know why, but I MUST see the Dream Girls movie. The movie hasn't started filming but they have a trailer in the theaters. The trailer consist of three girls wearing blue sequined dresses moving around while Jennifer Holiday's version of "And I Am Telling You" ending with girls in a diva-like pose. It was awesome. I really hope that the "acting" abilities of Beyonce Knowles won't ruin the movie for me.
I thought the movie was good. But is it possible to enjoy the movie but hate the stars? I absolutely hated Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick is movie. There was entirely too much mugging and overacting from these two. It seems as though they just brought the same performance from the Broadway stage onto the big screen. You can't do that. On stage you are trying to emote so that you can reach the people in the back-row, but in on big screen the performances should have been more subtle. I am not sure how Nathan Lane got nominated for a Golden Globe for this performance.
That notwithstanding, I would have enjoyed the movie more if the person who accompanied me wasn't trying to grope me. I spent the entire movie squeezed next to my right arm rest because the guy I was with kept trying to grab me. I am not against touching in a theater, but if I am pulling away from you that means that I am not interested. The guy didn't get the hint. The movie ended, and we proceeded to our cars. We talked about the movie during the walk and we reached our vehicles I gave him a handshake and I was on my way. He is a nice guy, but I am not attracted to him at all. He will just end up being a movie buddy.
Saturday I just stayed in did nothing. I watched all four season of Mr. Show with Bob and David on DVD, went out for McDonald's after watching Super Size Me (even though I thought it would have the opposite effect). I got a call from Michael asking what I planned on doing for New Year Eve and I told him of my lazy plan. It seemed like he wanted me to join at a party being put on by his friends. After explaining that I just planned to stay in because I didn't want to be on the road, I was never asked.
I ended up doing laundry to make sure all my clothes were clean because the new year. In my house, you were forbidden to wash on New Year Day. I am not sure why, you just weren't. I always thought it was silly and questioned my mom about it but I never got a straight answer. I was told it was something her mother told her, and she was just passing it down. Just like not allowing hat to lay on a bed ... but I guess that had to due more with bad luck. Even though I find no logic about washing on New Year Day, I still don't do it by habit. I am scared what would happen if I did. I don't watch to find out. After my all my clothes were fluffed and folded, I got back into bed to watch some TV.
I watched Dick Clark on ABC, and it was frightening. It wasn't due to the sight of Dick Clark post-stroke, but it was due to Mariah's tacky outfit. I swear, her stylist must hate her. It was visibly cold outside and she is wearing this short gown showing all kinds of skin while her background dancers, DJ, and 2/3 of the Lox wear bundled up. Pourquoi, Mariah? You have a ton of money ... why do you dress the way you do? The ball dropped in NYC at 11pm CST and I turned the channel. Happy New Year.
The first day of 2006 began like any other, I woke around 9am and lounged in bed until 11am. I got a call from Michael at 11:30am to see if I wanted to play tennis; I did. I met him at his place around 2pm and we headed to a nearby court. He beat me, again -- but it was a good match. My serve was back and I got 4 aces. We only played tennis and then I dropped him off and headed back home. I showered, made dinner and heading back to the coziness of my bed and watched The L Word marathon on Showtime. The show is about lesbians but it is much better written than Queer as Folk (where the central characters are gay men). I watched until about 1am and I was off to bed.
Today was alright. I went out for a bit, ate MORE McDonald's. It is only the second day in the new year and I am already breaking one of my resolutions. I have to get my diet back together. It seriously fell off since I started graduate school. I went 2 years eating fast food like 4 a year, now it is at least once a week. I am going to start bring my own lunch to work because the stuff I get isn't healthy at all. I can save some money and get food that is fresh and good. It's win-win. At the end of the year, I will see how the diet has changed.
... I have to get back down to my stripper weight.
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