Eat. Drink. Sleep. Repeat.

Lowkey Friday:

Rather uneventful. Ate some food with L-Ma, had a few drinks with another friend. In bed by 12. Eh.

And then there was Saturday:

Part I:

I am the last person to see The Departed. I know this. What I did not know was what I was missing! It's definitely the best movie I've seen this year hands down. Leo usually makes me want to puke a little and I've never understood the overrated underrated Marky Mark, but they both turned in stellar performances.

My father roommate and I ended up at a super ghetto mall in Oklahoma City to kill time before the movie started. We decided to head over to a candy store to load up my giant purse. While perusing the various varieties of Jelly Bellies, a man outfitted in a camo (the kind hunters wear) long sleeve t-shirt, Wranglers up to his armpits and a belt buckle the size of my head ran into the store and excitedly tapped who I assume to be his wife on the shoulder. "Honey," he says, "This mall's got more people than our entire town!" I stifled a laugh. I also discovered a store entirely dedicated to pageant wear. More on this some other time.

Part II:

Mr. Shain invites me to attend one of his old high school friend's birthday party. I agree to this thinking that there's no one that I will possibly see. I'm slowly enjoying an alcoholic beverage in the kitchen, deeply embroiled in a snarkfest with Shain about how much better we are than everyone when, bam! I'm a little bit drunk. Don't know how it happened. Suddenly, it's like Facebook came to life. People are coming out of the woodwork. You know how you graduate or leave town and just assume you're never going to see certain people ever again? I saw them all last night. First boy I ever got drunk with - he was there. Girl that was in yearbook with me, there. One of my dad's colleague's son who babysat my little brother - there and shitfaced. Eighth grade algebra crush - there - with his wife, who happens to be from the same town as my grandparents. My grandfather made her pancakes on her birthday. My grandpa doesn't even know when my birthday is. Long story short, well, Shain abandoned me and we'll just skip over the rest of the night. My plan of not shaving my legs all week to prevent me from embarking on any weekend shenanigans totally backfired.

Sunday! Sunday Sunday!

I saw Pan's Labyrinth today. Not bad, not bad. Soul crushing, but in that artsy, beautiful kinda way that makes you feel utterly uncreative. Thumbs up. Makes me want to read Borges.

In other news, my mother other roommate is watching the Grammys. She just asked me why Mary Kate Blige is winning so many. She also just let me know that Justin Timberlake came out of the closet earlier this year. Oh mom, I mean person I live with.

Song of the day:

Sufjan Stevens - The Henney Buggy Band. Reminds me of hanging out with my dad when he was directing marching bands. Good times. Hearing damage, but good times.

Food of the day:

Schlotzky's. It's a chain, I know. But it's a damn good one.

Promise of the day:

I'll write something more interesting after my brain has recovered.