caffeineguy (caffeineguy) wrote,
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And On Saturday, The Liver Rested.




Was getting ready to spend a peaceful Thursday night watching Blu-rays, when Paul suddenly messaged me and asked if I wanted to go to a birthday event for BoA. BoA's huge in Korea and Japan, but I'm not familiar with any of her songs. I wasn't even sure what she looked like. But I was curious; and when Paul typed the words "open bar," I popped off my couch, changed, and ran out the door. We missed the open bar, but BoA turned out to be surprisingly sweet in person. This girl was engineered from an early age to be a popstar, so I half-expected her to cut me up into fine powder and snort me.



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Because there was no open bar, we ended up meeting up with some friends down the street at Stone Rose Lounge. Did I mention that Thursday night was supposed to be movie rental night? Somehow I ended up going to bed at almost 5 AM. I had to get up early for a conference call with London, so you can image how fantastic I felt when my alarm went off. All day, Paul and I exchanged messages comparing each others exhaustion and trying to see which of us would lose the will to live first. Rog probably got to sleep in, goddamn actors.



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Got home, took a nap, and had one of the best sushi dinners in recent memory. Somehow that dinner lasted almost three hours. So by the time we got to the birthday party, it was midnight. And everybody was already drunk. This is when you realize how annoying intoxicated people are ... and start slamming drinks to make the drunkards seem less annoying. Next thing you know, it's 5 AM and you're walking the dog with your eyes half-closed.



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Saturday night, I finally got some blessed respite and saw the movie I was supposed to watch on Thursday: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Wow. Don't want to spoil the film for those of you who haven't seen it; but between the refrigerator scene and the fucking vines, I wished I could drink myself back into a stupor. I wanted to grab Indy's bullwhip and choke Spielberg and Lucas for knocking down one of my favorite childhood movie heroes and taking a shit on his face.


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