I guess Cineplex was hoping for a bigger turnout for the opening night of Never Back Down; the film was billeted to their largest auditorium at Scotiabank Theatre downtown but when Crystal and I got there we were two of maybe fifty people who turned up for the show. Still, we were not going to let that get in our way and armed with our vodka-laced Kool Aid slushies, we were ready to be entertained. And in some strange way, I believe we actually were. It started with observing our fellow movie goers, who were mostly guys in pairs. "Ooh it's a buddy film," Crystal giggled. And then the film began. Troubled teen moving towns with his mother and brother after tragic drunk driving death of his father. So, displaced and angry, he's a fish out of water at a new school where he is lured into a fight with the school bully. And said school bully kicks his ass royally in front of the whole school, brutally dissecting him while everyone watches and cheers him on. As predicted, new kid finds a mentor to teach him how to fight the same style. Mother doesn't like it. Bad guy smacks him down again for fun. His social circle really sucks with one big dork loser friend with really bad hair. And then eventually comes the showdown. And the prize is the affection of some blonde bimbo. Of course none of the tortured soul stuff really flew with Crystal and I and we found ourselves itching to see more montage footage of fighting or young dudes working out. If there was a message we are pleased to say it was totally lost on us; we just wanted the hotties.
And then we wanted cheap beer so we went in search of it. A few Budweisers at the Red Room and then a pitcher of Blue at Woodys, and we were well and truly looped for the night. And then there was this bisexual woman named Shelly who seemed determined to go home with one or both of us. And she didn't. I'm sure I'm glossing over the rest of the night but really conversation repeated on a blog can be tedious. And I'm sure we said some private things too somewhere.
I had to work early on Saturday so imagine me feeling a bit sketchy heading back out mere hours after getting home. And during a coffee run I blundered into the set of some new Mark Whalberg movie they are shooting in the streets of Toronto down by the Royal York Hotel. I won't say that my Saturday was wasted, but a good chunk of it was spent not doing a lot and being paid overtime rates for it. I have decided though to take the time as comp time, not in cash, because the option to get a few days off as opposed to getting nailed by tax rates is far more attractive.
Jay came by in the afternoon for some Doctor Who, which is reviewed in the other blog, and some fun gay man chatter. And mere minutes after he left, I passed out on the couch. And I was out of it until around 1 AM when Miriam called me from Edmonton, forgetting the time differential.
So here it is Sunday morning. My dishes are done, my apartment is clean and it's a nice day out there. I would have tried to get a hold of Jamie and gone for breakfast with him but my MSN is not working properly today and I wouldn't phone anyone on a Sunday morning just in case they had chosen to stay in bed a bit longer. But I have to get out there soon and do stuff; I need some fruit, and I need some exercise, maybe go look at some beautiful things.
What's the week ahead hold? It's a short one, work-wise, but I have some additional responsibilities to handle. And there is a little soiree going on Thursday night, Friday is Parker's birthday party, Saturday is Warren's wedding, Sunday Miriam is back. Oh and Wednesday is another episode of Torchwood, which is starting to disappoint after a really strong season opener. I hope they can pick it up for the last 3 episodes of the season. And then Doctor Who will be back...
That is all.
And then we wanted cheap beer so we went in search of it. A few Budweisers at the Red Room and then a pitcher of Blue at Woodys, and we were well and truly looped for the night. And then there was this bisexual woman named Shelly who seemed determined to go home with one or both of us. And she didn't. I'm sure I'm glossing over the rest of the night but really conversation repeated on a blog can be tedious. And I'm sure we said some private things too somewhere.
I had to work early on Saturday so imagine me feeling a bit sketchy heading back out mere hours after getting home. And during a coffee run I blundered into the set of some new Mark Whalberg movie they are shooting in the streets of Toronto down by the Royal York Hotel. I won't say that my Saturday was wasted, but a good chunk of it was spent not doing a lot and being paid overtime rates for it. I have decided though to take the time as comp time, not in cash, because the option to get a few days off as opposed to getting nailed by tax rates is far more attractive.
Jay came by in the afternoon for some Doctor Who, which is reviewed in the other blog, and some fun gay man chatter. And mere minutes after he left, I passed out on the couch. And I was out of it until around 1 AM when Miriam called me from Edmonton, forgetting the time differential.
So here it is Sunday morning. My dishes are done, my apartment is clean and it's a nice day out there. I would have tried to get a hold of Jamie and gone for breakfast with him but my MSN is not working properly today and I wouldn't phone anyone on a Sunday morning just in case they had chosen to stay in bed a bit longer. But I have to get out there soon and do stuff; I need some fruit, and I need some exercise, maybe go look at some beautiful things.
What's the week ahead hold? It's a short one, work-wise, but I have some additional responsibilities to handle. And there is a little soiree going on Thursday night, Friday is Parker's birthday party, Saturday is Warren's wedding, Sunday Miriam is back. Oh and Wednesday is another episode of Torchwood, which is starting to disappoint after a really strong season opener. I hope they can pick it up for the last 3 episodes of the season. And then Doctor Who will be back...
That is all.
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