I just tried to do an interpretive dance explaining the life of Charlie Sheen for Sara and it resulted in me falling on my face and busting my knee on a door frame.
Tomorrow night Bird’s Cafe on Franklin (pretty much right next to UCB) is going to be holding a fundraiser for one of their bartenders who recently lost part of her house to a mudslide. Ed and I will definitely be in attendance, as well as Sara, who works there. All you need to do to help out is buy a drink, which you’ll probably be doing somewhere tomorrow night anyway. Might as well do it to help out a really nice lady, right?
Hope to see you there!
Two movie recs for y’alls:
Cyrus: Watched this last night and couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it yet or even really heard much about it. That’s my movie, guys. So good. I think Shannon might have been the one to tell me about it. I think I may have overly related to the storyline (I too had a single mom whose boyfriends I would occasionally try to chase away), but I think everyone would enjoy it. So funny, so well acted. I really think Marisa Tomei has the best eyelash game ever. John C. Reilly was so perfect and there was one scene with a song that’s very important to his character and I won’t spoil it for you, but it’s so real.
Never Say Never: I did it. I saw it tonight with Sophia. You guys, what a treat. Justin Bieber is VERY talented and while I’m not entirely sure I can do 3D because I have a lazy eye, I didn’t get sick or anything. Best part: At the very end of the movie, like 4 of 8 people in the theater stood up and clapped and sang along. Everyone was really feelin’ it. Good Bieber vibes. See it in the theater.
I think I find it offensive when people say “I hope you’re kidding,” because hope is a pretty serious belief/emotion and kidding is by definition a pretty light thing. To hope someone’s kidding feels like misdirected energy.
I would say that the solution is to just assume that whoever you’re speaking to is kidding because assumption seems generally safer on the surface, but that’s probably not the answer either.
Maybe everyone should just shut up.
I thought my roommate and I were going to get drunk and watch American Idol together and paint our nails while she watched me cry over all of the emotions that American Idol forces me to experience, but she wound up celebrating the last night of her internship with her co-wokers so now I’m here with the same nails as yesterday, drunk off the vodka we’ve had since November and singing “Landslide” to myself along with an instrumental track I found on YouTube.
This is a post about going with the flow.