Turkey Week!
I dunno that I'm a huge Thanksgiving fan, but I do like it. And we get to go home. Which is great. I really enjoy family gatherings: it's just me and my wife, my parents, my sister, my grandmother, my uncle and his partner. So it's enough people to be fun, but it's never a huge production. It's really casual. I'm psyched.
When we first got married, holidays were a bit dramatic. There was just a lot of uncertainty over how'd we break up holidays, especially since my wife and I are from the same hometown. There was a lot of hemming and hawing over where'd we go when and for how long and what would be happening there. However, I think our routine is down now. She still gets antsy, but I'm muy optimistic. I'll pack a trashy paperback, an academic book to pretend to work on, and it'll be a blast. I'll see a movie with my dad, maybe dial up some friends, and get a milkshake from the greatest ice cream joint IN THE WORLD.
The only bad part is the Amtrak ride home. No offense to jerk-offs and old people, but basically the train ride is filled with jerk-offs and old people who act like they've never traveled before in their life (No, you *cannot* stand in front of the door and have a 20 minute conversation. Yes, I *also* want to put my bag on the luggage rack. No, I do not want to hear you fight with you boyfriend about blowjobs received during the train ride [True story!].). Dear Lord, I'm a jerk.
Finally, this was a weekend of movies. The damage:
Casino Royale - Awesome. I'm going to "drag" my dad to it this weekend, so I can see it again. P.S. Eva - Call me!
Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance - Pretty good, but it lacked the pure operatic madness of Oldboy.
Napoleon Dyamite - I'll admit to being the last person in the world to see this. Honestly, I didn't get it. In fact, I thought it was stupid. The best part was when his uncle beaned him with a steak, and that's only because *I* wanted to smack the kid upside his head.
Um. Yea. Go stuff yer face kids.
I dunno that I'm a huge Thanksgiving fan, but I do like it. And we get to go home. Which is great. I really enjoy family gatherings: it's just me and my wife, my parents, my sister, my grandmother, my uncle and his partner. So it's enough people to be fun, but it's never a huge production. It's really casual. I'm psyched.
When we first got married, holidays were a bit dramatic. There was just a lot of uncertainty over how'd we break up holidays, especially since my wife and I are from the same hometown. There was a lot of hemming and hawing over where'd we go when and for how long and what would be happening there. However, I think our routine is down now. She still gets antsy, but I'm muy optimistic. I'll pack a trashy paperback, an academic book to pretend to work on, and it'll be a blast. I'll see a movie with my dad, maybe dial up some friends, and get a milkshake from the greatest ice cream joint IN THE WORLD.
The only bad part is the Amtrak ride home. No offense to jerk-offs and old people, but basically the train ride is filled with jerk-offs and old people who act like they've never traveled before in their life (No, you *cannot* stand in front of the door and have a 20 minute conversation. Yes, I *also* want to put my bag on the luggage rack. No, I do not want to hear you fight with you boyfriend about blowjobs received during the train ride [True story!].). Dear Lord, I'm a jerk.
Finally, this was a weekend of movies. The damage:
Casino Royale - Awesome. I'm going to "drag" my dad to it this weekend, so I can see it again. P.S. Eva - Call me!
Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance - Pretty good, but it lacked the pure operatic madness of Oldboy.
Napoleon Dyamite - I'll admit to being the last person in the world to see this. Honestly, I didn't get it. In fact, I thought it was stupid. The best part was when his uncle beaned him with a steak, and that's only because *I* wanted to smack the kid upside his head.
Um. Yea. Go stuff yer face kids.
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The "blow job on the train" argument was less funny then a little creepy, at least at the time. She was like, I dunno, 19? And he was in his late 20s, or looked it. Basically, for the whole two hours they sat behind us, they *fought.* About the blow jobs, about him sticking a finger in her ass (???), about her brother, about money, about where they were going to stay, about her mother. Just on and on. And it was a creepy, desperate kind of fighting that comes from hating each other and being together too long.
Sounds like good material for a funny script.