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Weekend Report
Feb. 23rd, 2009 09:19 pmThe weekend got off to an unexpectedly good start. Our drilling rig had major mechanical problems early Friday morning that shut us down for the whole day. While I waited for news about the repairs, I killed some time by going to watch "Slumdog Millionaire." I was disappointed with the movie; I thought it could've been much better, given it's unique premise. What could've been a gritty, unflinching look at poverty and struggle was instead a hokey, de-clawed, PG-rated fairy tale. The picture-perfect happy ending further ruined it for me. I'm surprised it won ANY Oscars.
Anyways, later that evening I headed up to Denton to hang out with Cindi, Crystal, and friends. We went out for pizza and bowling. While there, I was a stereotypical white guy. I could bowl well enough, but I couldn't dance for crap. Afterwards we went back to the house and watched "Repo! The Genetic Opera." Frankly, I'm not sure what that "movie" was. Was it the opera aspect that made it incomprehensible to me, was it so awful that it was good? I don't know. But I do know that by the time the movie was over, my eyeballs felt like they had been violated.
Saturday morning I received word that the drill rig had been towed to a mechanic's, but couldn't be looked at until Monday, which meant that I was free for the weekend. Weeee! So I hopped in my truck and raced back to Austin. Since we'd been talking about Venture Brothers the night before, for most of the drive back I was thinking of how I could do a Monarch cosplay. It's very tempting, as I already have black tights and enough fiberglass materials lying around to do the armor. I'm still undecided though. As I pulled into Austin around 11:30, I gave Liz a call to tell her I was coming home. Her reply was a blunt, "Well, FUCK."
. . . Ha ha ha. Not quite the response I was expecting. No, "Yay!" or "That's great!" Just, "Well fuck." Ha ha. Apparently she'd originally thought that I wouldn't be arriving till that evening and now she had just a matter of minutes to get ready before I showed up. Although she claimed that both she and the apartment were a mess, both were a welcome sight when I arrived.
That evening we headed to Cat's birthday gathering. The venue this time around was the Salt Lick, a barbecue place of legendary status down in Driftwood. The drive turned out to be a lot farther than I expected. Just as I was on the verge of stopping and asking for directions, we arrived. Holy crap, that place was huge. The place had cops directing traffic, there were that many people. It was a 40-minute wait to get in and then another 40-minutes for the food to arrive, but when it did, everyone turned into a hardcore carnivore. OMG, delicious beef and pork and turkey and other species that I didn't bother to identify before consuming. It seemed appropriate to call it a Texan Thanksgiving. Sooo much meat.
We waddled out of there about an hour or two later and re-convened at Cat's where we had some drinks and talked and watched some YouTube and (crazy-ass) Tyra. Of course we talked cosplay too. Jenny and Beauty and Cat are doing a Rayearth group and drafted me into their service, helping out with the props and armor and such. That should be fun to work on. Also, Jenny let slip that she's planning to do an Other Mother (black dress version) cosplay and as soon as I heard that I claimed Wybie for myself. And just like that, my cosplay dance card has been filled up in one fell swoop. Yay. That's good.
Anyways, I'm going to cut this post short. I have to pee.
Anyways, later that evening I headed up to Denton to hang out with Cindi, Crystal, and friends. We went out for pizza and bowling. While there, I was a stereotypical white guy. I could bowl well enough, but I couldn't dance for crap. Afterwards we went back to the house and watched "Repo! The Genetic Opera." Frankly, I'm not sure what that "movie" was. Was it the opera aspect that made it incomprehensible to me, was it so awful that it was good? I don't know. But I do know that by the time the movie was over, my eyeballs felt like they had been violated.
Saturday morning I received word that the drill rig had been towed to a mechanic's, but couldn't be looked at until Monday, which meant that I was free for the weekend. Weeee! So I hopped in my truck and raced back to Austin. Since we'd been talking about Venture Brothers the night before, for most of the drive back I was thinking of how I could do a Monarch cosplay. It's very tempting, as I already have black tights and enough fiberglass materials lying around to do the armor. I'm still undecided though. As I pulled into Austin around 11:30, I gave Liz a call to tell her I was coming home. Her reply was a blunt, "Well, FUCK."
. . . Ha ha ha. Not quite the response I was expecting. No, "Yay!" or "That's great!" Just, "Well fuck." Ha ha. Apparently she'd originally thought that I wouldn't be arriving till that evening and now she had just a matter of minutes to get ready before I showed up. Although she claimed that both she and the apartment were a mess, both were a welcome sight when I arrived.
That evening we headed to Cat's birthday gathering. The venue this time around was the Salt Lick, a barbecue place of legendary status down in Driftwood. The drive turned out to be a lot farther than I expected. Just as I was on the verge of stopping and asking for directions, we arrived. Holy crap, that place was huge. The place had cops directing traffic, there were that many people. It was a 40-minute wait to get in and then another 40-minutes for the food to arrive, but when it did, everyone turned into a hardcore carnivore. OMG, delicious beef and pork and turkey and other species that I didn't bother to identify before consuming. It seemed appropriate to call it a Texan Thanksgiving. Sooo much meat.
We waddled out of there about an hour or two later and re-convened at Cat's where we had some drinks and talked and watched some YouTube and (crazy-ass) Tyra. Of course we talked cosplay too. Jenny and Beauty and Cat are doing a Rayearth group and drafted me into their service, helping out with the props and armor and such. That should be fun to work on. Also, Jenny let slip that she's planning to do an Other Mother (black dress version) cosplay and as soon as I heard that I claimed Wybie for myself. And just like that, my cosplay dance card has been filled up in one fell swoop. Yay. That's good.
Anyways, I'm going to cut this post short. I have to pee.
