Rock.

This weekend was a doozy. On Thursday, I went to Wash Bar... but I had to work on Friday, because I spent all Wednesday at a music video shoot for a local band called The Brotherhood of Daehan (who fucking rock, by the way). I didn't really get drunk that night. It was the oddest thing; I had like, one shot and one double and started to feel faint and tired. I had too much to drive home, so what did I do? Say, "Eh, I'll have another drink and see if I feel better." Did it work? Yes. Do I have a problem? Maybe. Bwahaha. Anyhoozle, it was hilarious seeing some of my friends yammed out of their minds and being sober-ish for once. Damnit, Whitney. Friday was the biggest shitshow ever. We went to a Pike party up at Mishawaka -- they rented out the whole bar and got a dj. Burt and I drank... oh my god, I have no idea how much. It was insanity. There was a point where I was yelling, "I'm cut off!!!" at anyone who offered me a shot, and still taking them anyways. Everyone else there was that drunk too though. It's interesting, because the point of the whole trip seemed to be to drink just to get drunk, not to have a good time. However, a good time was had despite that. Saturday, we saw Blades of Glory, and I was not very impressed. Perhaps it's my relative movie-bitchiness, but I just couldn't find a lot of it funny. The only good part was the chase scene between Will Arnett and Will Ferrell on ice skates. Sunday (and this is the most important part of this post) I went with David to see Grindhouse. It was EPIC. Just so fucking awesome. It was great, because we started laughing at the terribly hilarious B-movie moments, and everyone started laughing too. I don't think they would have had as much fun if we weren't there, laughing at the Fergie "no brainer" jokes or giggling along to the "trailer" for "Don't". I want to go see it again. Right now.

In the previews before Grindhouse was the trailer for Superbad. It looks like your typical teen movie, but it's going to be way more awesome because it has Michael Cera and that screaming chubby guy from... shit, that movie with the Mac guy in it. (What the hell is the name?! Oh! Accepted.)
Trailer:



I'll try to write more later -- I've got to actually try and work. We'll see how that goes.