Thursday, January 26, 2006
Freak o'the Week
I'm still here with no nervous breakdown in sight. Worry not my lovelies.
Went out with Eiluned (check out her blog on my sidebar) from work to see Scott Speedman's hip dips in Underworld: Evolution tonight. Surprisingly, we also happened across the craziest motherfucker I've seen in a while.
I got out of Modern American Lit a little late and was running late for the movie. I returned a call Eiluned had made to my cell phone and she was at the theater but hadn't gone in because this freaky-ass guy had attempted to talk to her through her car window and lure her into the dark theater. Great! So when I arrived we met up in the lobby, bought the obligatory high-fat snacks, and proceeded into the theater passing crazy-ass on the way down to the middle of the rows. We kept hearing a weird clicking that we figured was either him throwing those little firecrackers that explode when they hit the ground or he was jackin' it like there was no tomorrow.
Not far into the movie he moved down in front of us, which actually made us feel delightful because there wouldn't be any chance of him sneaking up behind us. He talked to himself throughout the whole fucking movie, even taking it upon himself to make werewolfie noises during the fight scenes.
As the movie ended we made a mad dash for the door, keys at the ready, and managed to peel out of the parking lot before he could stumble to his car or into our personal space. Victory! Not sure what was wrong with him. I'll venture a guess: drunken sociopath rapist with a touch of schizophrenia.
I have to say, the movie was EXCELLENT, as were Scott Speedman's hip dips and it had one of the most panty-dampening love scenes EVER. So tasteful and so damn hot it could make an 80-year-old nun moan for joy.
On TV: Everybody Loves Raymond
Listening: James Blunt
Reading: The House of Mirth (Wharton)