We got The Hunt for Red October on DVD the other night 'cause it's, like, one of the best movies ever. I mean, it's star studded. James Bond, Frank N. Furter and a senator - all in the same movie!
If I should ever meet Senator Thompson I would have only one question for him:
"Senator, what was it like to work with Bruce Willis?"
Don't ever say I'm not politically active.
So Friday night Sonya and James and I were going to go to this play that Jen is in called This Old Neighborhood. In it, an old Bob Vila goes back to the neighborhood he grew up in and makes small repairs. Really!
We went to dinner first - Golden Palace, Memphis' newest Indian restaurant. It actually opened this summer, then immediately caught fire. Now it's reopened and they're making some damned tasty vindaloo. Sonya and Glen and I went there the Friday before, and I got some takeaway there during the week and they were very quick. We were concerned that we wouldn't have time to eat and make the play, but I assured James that we would be done in time. Besides, Sonya was hungry so there was really no choice in the matter.
Of course, they were January-molasses slow. We finally rocketed out to Theatre Memphis (the Mitsubishi Eclipse making good time) but we were about twenty minutes late. James told us what the the play was about and we went drinking instead. Later, we assured Jen that she was wonderful.
Not really. We went to Borders instead, where we got the aforementioned DVD. I got a CD of industrial covers of eighties songs, too. The version of Tainted Love (by Razor Skyline) is worth the price of the CD all by itself. After that we met Jen at Applebee's for drinks and to assure her we'd be there Saturday night.
We slept late Saturday because we had a lot to do, you know? A bit before three we left the house and walked down to Union for the first ever game at Autozone Park, the new home of the Memphis Redbirds, our triple-A ball team.
The game was excellent. The stadium is gorgeous, and lots of people are saying it's nicer than some major league parks. It was packed, too, with 15,000 people staying 'til the very end to cheer the Redbirds as they beat the Cardinals, their parent team, 10-6.
It was raining by the end of the game, but no one cared. Sonya and I walked down Main Street and stopped at Taco Rock to eat. Mediocre Mexican. We went home, put on dry clothes and headed back to Theatre Memphis to see Jen do her thing.
It was in the Little Theatre, which is exactly what it sounds like. We sat with James and Jen's parents, and I've got to say I was impressed. I've seen plays that Jen has directed before, but I'd never seen her act. It was a whole new thing: she actually was a pathetic Jewish housewife. It's interesting to see a whole new side of someone you've known for a while. Kind of like finding a new room in your house.
And then, after congratulating Jen on her performance, Sonya and I got back in the car to drive to Tunica, where, at the Grand Casino, Sonya wanted to see - are you ready for this? - The Guess Who.
As you probably know, Sonya is a huge fan of the "AM Gold" genre. Hell, I got her a subscription to the Time-Life music collection of the same name for Christmas last year. I like to think that the Wife has a strong sense of kitsch and likes to indulge it. That's what I tell myself, anyway.
A very interesting crowd shows up at a Guess Who concert, I can tell you that. Long-haired rednecks, gen-x hippies, really, really old people, yuppie housewives, twentysomething guys on the make...interesting. They played all their hits (American Woman, These Eyes, Laughing and many, many more) and the lead singer actually looked pretty good, even if his perm was a bit too enthusiastic. The rest of the band needed a haircut. I can honestly say I've never seen anything like it.
Sunday afternoon we got up late (again) and, in a burst of cleansing synchronicity, we met James and Jen in the elevator on our way to brunch at Zinnie's. They joined us, and we had eggs and fine conversation. Then they joined us for a showing of High Fidelity, which was (honestly) one of the best movies I've ever seen. John Cusack - he's my man.
Sonya and I left the movies and went to Marion to see Christie, who has moved back to the area after an on-and-off ten year absence. I've mentioned Christie before - she was one of my best friends in high school, and she was just about the third member of the family in college. I'm glad to have her back within drop-in range. She's got one more week of work back in Little Rock, and then she's here for good. I'm happy.
We stopped by Cat's Music to grab a copy of the High Fidelity soundtrack before we went grocery shopping. We haven't gotten groceries since some time in February, so it was a ridiculously large trip. That was the end of the weekend.
Nothing good has happened since then, to my knowledge. There is a new Buffy tonight, though, so that's good.
One more thing: if you've ever heard the urban legend of the rocket car you must read this story about how it all got started. Maybe. Whether it's the source of the legend or not hardly even matters, 'cause this is incredibly funny. A totally enjoyable read.
And this is Oscar-related, so it's hopelessly outdated, but I think Angelina Jolie looked great. When she won it was a victory for goths everywhere. I think the people over at Gothic Babe of the Week need to give her some sort of Lifetime Achievement Award...pronto. All she needs is the blood-red - or better yet, black - lipstick and she'd be, like, a poster child for gloominess. I love it!
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