Common Sense

Nobodygirl and I decided to go see X-Men: The Last Stand at the special midnight preview. Alas, when we got there, there were no tickets.

Yeah, I should have bought them earlier, but, I was pressed for time all week and the theater doesn’t sell tickets online (though she said she saw a fandango.com poster in the window). So no X-Men for us and no review for you.

Chad Conine, who writes for the Trib, was there and he had tickets. We didn’t want to suffer through him and his tales of seeing a movie when we couldn’t. F-ing Chad.

I came up with a two-part plan to solve the problem. Part one (or part Alpha) was to go get drunk. That’s almost always part one of my two-part plans. Part two (part Beta Omega Delta Epsilon) was to simply wait 12 hours and go to the noon showing. Nobody goes to the noon shows in Waco. We can get in and pay matinee price, which is awesome.

So we were off to Cricket’s.

I don’t spend a lot of time with my co-workers outside of the newsroom. I have Space Monkey and Sailor Moon to hang with every weekend, and with my poor interpersonal skills, I find it hard to make and keep new friends. I like to keep work and regular life separate anyway.

But this was a good oppurtunity to get to know the girl behind the black and white proofs. I found out she drinks Jack and Coke, like me, and that she is dating someone in the newsroom. I’m always the last person to find things out. We also got to talk, two writers together, about what we think of working at a newspaper when we really just want to be free to write our own stuff. I talked about the institutional bias against bloggers in the media and she talked about her novel.

After three drinks, a guy came by to tell us we had to get the hell out or he would break our legs (which didn’t make any sense at all, and still doesn’t). I possibly imagined that last bit. I didn’t imagine the cop when I pulled into a convenience store in Woodway to get a frappuccino. I bought him a cup of coffee.
That was surreal. Me fresh from a bar with the ink stamp still on my hand having a five minute coversation with a police officer about coffee. I spent five minutes bemoaning the fact that it is almost impossible to find a decent cup of coffee in Waco (its the icky Waco water). I did tell him that if he were to cruise just a few miles outside of his jurisdiction, that downtown McGregor had a cafe that serves kick ass java, Texas Tea & Coffee. He asked me about home brewed coffee and I told him about a show I watched on cable where the Black and Decker SmartBrew won hands down. Retail, $30.

And then I was home watching Rasen, the original sequel to Ringu. I had already watched Ringu and Ringu 2 through Netflix. I didn’t even finish Rasen, it was just too ridiculous and I can see why people demanded another sequel.

I also watched Cry Wolf, but do you really have to ask?