I just got home from a midnight showing of Nightmare on Elm Street at the Uptown Theatre. So excellent. There was even an opening band called Military Special, whom I really enjoyed. They’re sort of synthy-noise-pop, so be warned if that’s not you’re style, but I personally dug the set. They lowered the lights and played a reel behind the band of old government cartoons from the 50s (one of which I remember cutting for one of my first FCP projects back during freshman year) and I think there was even some 2001: A Space Odyssey in there. Overall, an awesome experience, and one I hope to recreate often; there is a different movie playing every Saturday at midnight.
Tomorrow, epic-dress-buying-excursion continues… not that I made much headway on it today. I did get a new pair of ridiculous sunglasses from a real groovy thrift store and nearly $70 in new socks and underwear from Target!
I know, time to get a move on. Nancy and Wendy’s wedding is in less than a week now, and I have TOMORROW to find a dress. Then it’s work times forever until takeoff. My goal is to find something that matches my camera strap. We’ll see how I do.
The walk around town today was amazing. Zune knew exactly what I needed, the weather was flawless autumn beauty, and everyone I passed had a smile on their face. Sometimes, the universe hands me a Get Out of Jail Free Card right when I need it the most. I only wish that I had gotten a new camera battery a few weeks ago when it first died. A camera is the only thing that would have made this afternoon pristine.
My neighbors are derby girls, and want to teach me to skate. I’m more than interested. Further updates on how this progresses to follow.
OH MY GODS, I can’t believe I almost omitted the best part of last week! Jarod stopped by to visit, completely surprising me for my birthday! He really is a great friend. He’s that guy that buys the shot he knows will make me puke, dare me to do it, and then make sure I get home to bed safely. What a sweet guy. And by “sweet guy,” I mean “jackass.” Love that kid.
Time for sleep now. I’m tackling the Mall of America tomorrow, full-on-derby-girl-body-check-style. Capitalism, here I come!
