calling it in the air
Last night Ed and I got buckwild and decided to do up Astroburger and a movie.
I really want to see Nick and Nora. Hate me, it's fine. I hate me, too. Point is: Ed got out of work too late for us to go and so we wound up seeing this movie:
OK, so anyone who knows me can tell you that this more or less had the perfect set up for me: Biodrama about tranny prostitutes, one who meets her dream man over the internet and moves to New York to be with him. That's an ideal movie situation for me, but between the shitty cheeseburger (it was off-the-charts disappointing) and the crazed time traveling people from the 80s who were sitting in front of us, Ed and I were fucking TRIPPING. Not on acid, but the actual situation. And topped with the odd movie and the extremely long and awkward interaction with the ticket people in the lobby, it was too much. We had to leave! I left a $10 movie in 2008! I couldn't believe it either!
One real good thing though: This actor Stefan C. Schaefer. He's going to be a really big star. His delivery throughout the film was honestly some of the best acting I have ever seen. And I'm a real cunt about that stuff, if you want me to get articulate about it. I just noticed he was born in Boston, so I guess that means he's probably a good person, too. Look out for that guy.
