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[22 Dec 2001|09:38am] |
ahem.
let me declare this right now:
i refuse to get in a car with both Emilio and Benita ever, ever, ever again simply because last night we spent, collectively, three of nine hours lost in D.C.; i am now paying $25 of a $100 parking citation; and i can't stop thinking about Britney Spears literally rubbing breasts and pelvises with another girl on stage. just a thought.
because, okay, here are the highlights:
+ the school day--which also happened to be senior fucking skip day--ended yesterday at 1:10pm, leaving me about 5 or 6 hours until the infamous concert started. (please keep in mind, i wasn't going to see this for my own entertainment, but for that of Benita's because i owe her for Cabaret, or something.) so we devise a plan for us to go home, drop our stuff off, change, and then Emilio--the weirdest driver, weirder than i could possibly explain... right now--would pick me and her up at 3:00 for the 4:25 screening of Amelie. Taiysha, of course, wanted to go do "something" with her boyfriend, so she would not be joining us. don't ask.
+ i wake up from my daily nap (because, um, i am 75 years old now for some reason) at four-thirty--still in uniform, mind you--thinking, "OH MY GOD! I MUST HAVE OVERSLEPT THEY'RE PHONE CALL! AHHHH!" then i get a phone call. "Um, we're fifteen minutes away," she says. "Uh... Didn't the movie start fifteen minutes ago?" i say. "Shut up." click.
+ and so the movie is playing at Dupont Circle 5, because of course its a foreign film and wouldn't be playing anywhere else. i, as several people know (namely David, and Allison, and Miranda) i get nervous around Dupont and don't know anything but Connecticut Avenue from the back of my shoe. so, in short, we get lost. for an hour.
+ we finally find it. we decide to shoot for the 5:15 show. it is now 5:30. but we make it. and look: there's a convenient little parking space right outside the theatre! wow, we must be bless. come Emilio, let us park in this DEATH TRAP... i mean, space.
+ Amelie was actually a very, very, very good movie and i want to marry it. well, at least the hour or so that i saw. Emilio fell asleep however. funny, funny Emilio. my favorite line: "fur pie doesn't sell." favorite scene: the dancing pegleg man.
+ we come outside. 100-fucking-dollar parking citation because we parked in a no-parking zone during rush hour. that's pretty self-explanatory.
+ so, we're off to find the MCi center from Dupont. this takes us an hour. we have missed about 45 minutes of the show. we keep cracking jokes about poor Taiysha, waiting for us to arrive, because Emilio is her ride. then we promptly blamed her boyfriend.
+ so 45 minutes, plus 25 minutes looking for a parking space equals hell. i, being much rich (pssh), offer to just pay the goddamned $20 fee for event parking. so we pull into this sketchy abandoned-looking parking lot with like, four cars in it, and we're like, "Where is the parking man?" as if on cue, this guy in a skullcap hops out of his car and runs over to us. "Where are you going?" he asks. "MCI center," Emilio blurts. "Twenty," the man says. we later curse outselves, realizing that if we had lied it probably would have been cheaper.
+ we get there. it's a cold, cold walk. we go through security. i, on reflex, shout, "Got the anthrax?" people give me colder stares.
+ Britney Spears does suck. i had a headache and all i could think about was this little boy (or girl, i couldn't tell) in the the row in front of us who seemed like his mother had brought him there as a Christmas gift or something. he was silent the whole time, just watching Britney Spears as she was humped by two guys in "Oops.." and then turned around to freak another girl in "Slave For U." the boy didn't seem happy. his mother kept looking over and smiling. the seats were pretty bad, but good in the MCI center way. i wanted to patronize him, too.
+ it's 9-something when we get out. we decide its too early to go home. let's go to Union Station and see whatever is playing. we get lost looking for Union Station.
+ we see Vanilla Sky. Taiysha and Emilio fall asleep. Benita and i are um, laughing inappropriately in every scene because it's late. it was a weird-ass movie. it has AI-syndrome, where it could have been a very good and profound movie had they ended it about 20 minutes sooner and didn't go on this weird Sci-fi tangent. christ.
+ we leave. Emilio forgets ticket. doesn't get it validated, so instead of the delicious parking fee of $1.00, i chuck out $10.00 simply because i feel bad about the citation.
+ we go home. we get lost going home.
+ i get home.
+ i sleep.
+ i dream about gigantic mushrooms trying to take over the world.
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