Bwaaaah

On Saturday I went out and saw "Good Night, and Good Luck" with my mom. Quality flick. Only major flaw was Robert Downey Jr and Patricia Clarkson's characters. They play a couple who work at the station but have to hide the fact that they're married (see, back in those days, you couldn't work with your spouse). First off, Downey's screen persona -- despite him having played Chaplin -- seems too modern for the post-WWII era. Secondly, who gives a shit about this marriage when Edward R Murrow is in the next room taking down Joe McCarthy? Can't believe Clooney directed this thing. Very impressive. And his performance aint bad either. 3.5/5.

After that I watched the ND vs. BYU game, until about the beginning of the 3rd quarter, when I left to go to Lori and Robin's place for a horror movie marathon. The idea was to bring your scariest movie, but I couldn't really think of one, so I brought "Goonies." Everyone -- and by everyone I mean the three other people who were there -- was watching "Children of the Corn" when I arrived. And what a lame movie that is. Linda Hamilton is in it you know. 1/5.

At this point I started with the drinking -- cranberry and vodka of course, mixed by yours truly -- and "Goonies" was next. Man is that a fun movie. I mean, it's not just fun in that "It's fun when you're drinking"-sense, it's actually a very high energy, almost flawless film. The rapport among the kids is something you just don't see in movies these days -- how they constantly talk over each other, insult each other, etc. Every scene is just priceless because of this manic adventurousness that's created by their camrarderie. 4.5/5.

By the end of "Goonies" I was pretty loopy, but then a drinking game was started and I had to take a 10-count and I think that's what did it for me. I remember laughing and saying "I'm so fucked up" and then falling asleep. Some time later my body decided it needed to expel the pizza, chips, and power bar I ate, and, well, I was a mess, it was a mess, and I embarrassed myself. But according to Lori and Barry, I was still with it enough to say, while hunched over the toilet, "This is so not sexy." I was left on Lori's bed and that's where I slept until 4am when I decided I needed to brush my teeth. So I walked very slowly out to my car to get my stuff (which I had brought just in case I stayed over), and brushed my teeth. A few minutes later Lori taps on the window to see if I'm ok and I realize I had put my keys in the ignition (just to put them somewhere) and so now she thinks I'm ready to drive home drunk. Classy move. We walk back inside into bed, talk for a bit, and then fall asleep. I wake up and do my best to clean up what remains of my humiliation. Lori shrewdly asks me to play a game of cards to see if I'm sharp enough to drive home. I beat her at her own game (something called Phantasm) and then leave. I get home and realize I popped like all the blood vessels in my left eye, so I look like I'm possessed. It hasn't gone away as of today (Wednesday), but my eye doctor says it'll be fine by next week. Later on Sunday Lori and I met up for linner and we were both drained and slowgoing. I was relieved she wasn't pissed/weirded out by what I did. She's dealt with worse.

Anyway, the moral of this story is: Don't mix your own drinks if you're Matt Nania.

In the meantime, I plan to wear a Halloween costume to work on Friday. As far as I know, I'm the only one doing it. I'm a fairly reserved, quiet guy at work (and just in general), so it'll be interesting to see how it's received. I really don't want the attention, or whatever jovial banter is directed at me; I really just want to go about my day like normal -- work in my cube, go to meetings, lunch -- but in a goofy costume.

I'll post pictures.