The movie was talking to me. Or at least at me.
Interesting weekend, thus far. Friday night I was among the few and brave sober people at a grad student party. That was an experience. I now remember why I try to avoid that. Also, I remember how much I hate people who don’t follow BYOB etiquette. There’s only one freakin’ etiquette rule for BYOB–bring it yourself, jerk(s). Do I need to write a book about this or something? I didn’t realize how difficult etiquette is.
Saturday Matt and I went to the women’s basketball game. I’ve been to a gazillion of these in the past four or so years. I was asked to participate in one of those halftime games where you can win lots of money. There were three of us; basically, shoot the most free throws in thirty seconds. Despite my status as a 5′ 3/4″ person who hasn’t played basketball since forced to in gym class, I managed to not come in dead last, which I’m quite proud of. Nope, I TIED for dead last. I made one shot at the beginning, and then the last one on on the buzzer. You know me, I was just going for the suspense. Also, I noticed that my pants weren’t zipped before I went down to the court, which I’m quite happy about. I love being the center of attention, but not when my wardrobe is malfunctioning.
Then we rented Robots and The Dukes of Hazzard. Neither of them were bad, but if I had to rank them, the latter was definitely superior, though not exactly a winner.
And today I worked on my thesis and watched television. I saw When Harry Met Sally for the first time ever, and I feel a little like my life IS that movie–or at least the dialogue style closely resembles mine. I also talk about inane things endlessly. I enjoyed it. I think it’s one of my new favorites. Well, it’s not a new movie, just a new movie to me. And I don’t know if it’s actually a favorite, since I’m still hesitant to express favoritism toward any one movie, for fear of making the other movies feel bad and thus try less hard to make me laugh.
Inanimate objects are funny like that.