I hooked up with a girl in my car the other day.
That' really nothing to write about. The unique thing about this is that I own this car.
It's a 2002 Pontiac Aztek - There are about 16 or so still laboring the earth like Andy Rooney lurking the CBS newsroom. I always wonder what goes through the mind of these NY girls when I roll up in an Aztek like a tank rolling into Kabul. It's amazing I get a girl inside this thing, let alone do anything else. I kind of wish that at a certain moment in the hook up, the car would spring to life like KIT from Knight Rider and say "You've been TEKKED baby!"
It imagine it wouldn't be the voice of KIT though, but more like Willy from Friday.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Eternal Sunshine...
To the left of my bed I've rotated two movie posters for the past 5 years (let's not call them posters. They are, after all, mounted -thereby signifying I am through with my college years). One, is the movie Garden State. The other - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
The years haven't been all so kind to Garden State. Once set to become the defining coming of age movie for a generation, it has now crept towards being a parody of self-indulgent, sentimental males that wear scarves in the summer. Something derailed what should've been a timeless cult gem.
Instead, the movie that took that honor is my current piece of 'mounted art' - Eternal Sunshine. It is bred from the same genre but is less sanguine, more sublime, less cliche - and a hell of a lot less whiny. It is just plain more striking. Striking enough that although I own the DVD and count it in my top 5, I've never actually opened it up and replayed it, until last night.
Two weeks ago I visited D.C. It was the annual getaway with the college roommates. Each year we trek to a baseball stadium in a new city and partake in three nights of drinking, watching baseball, seeing who got fatter, and, for the two unmarried ones - flirting with las chicas. I love this weekend. No really, I LOVE this weekend. Any girl that is rolling their eyes right now is just angry that their idea of a weekend with the girls involves sitting through two Appletinis at Friday's while hating on Jon/Kate/your boss/your one girlfriend that isn't there to defend themselves. (easy ladies, it's a joke :)).
On our second day of general debauchery we woke up circa noon and eventually stumbled over to a little organic brew bar near the DuPont Circle. The place looked a bit too dead - and healthy - for my buddies, but right as we were about to leave, the waitress shuffled us to the basement area and said "Seat yourself."
This, however, was no basement. It was a glorious ManCave just for the four of us. A dimly lit tile floor, two leather couches, a huge flatscreen with speakers everywhere, and a granite bar featuring beers from lands I didn't know existed, with our own personal bartender coming by any moment awaited. It was just us... and her.
Krissy the bartender was sporting some long black locks, a contagious smile, a cute nose ring, and just enough bartender sass to make guys tip her more than what she deserved. After revealing she was a graphic designer who was returning to school in an attempt to stay out of the office and do something a bit more humanitarian, there was no question how I was spending the afternoon. I just needed some help from my buddies and/or a 6 pack of rufies (again, just a joke ;))
As the hours passed we engorged ourselves in watching When Animals Attack and getting drunk off exotic beers. Every time a shark ate someone, Krissy shot out in approval. This could have been as blatant as when chicks pose on Maxim with quotes like "I love working on my Dad's '57 Chevy," but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I was still getting a feel for her when we somehow stumbled on the Eternal Sunshine movie (how do you stumble on this movie? I might need to work on my game). I mentioned, that although one of my favorite flicks, I've never seen it a second time. In the movie Jim Carrey's and Kate Winslet's character - both exes - go through a series of 'mind cleanses' that erase the memory of their relationship in an attempt to avoid the lingering pain. The movie concludes with the pair meeting up once again later in life. I was certain the fill in the blank ending results in their eventual break up again.
"They get back together." She said this as if she owned the script to the unwritten sequel.
The years haven't been all so kind to Garden State. Once set to become the defining coming of age movie for a generation, it has now crept towards being a parody of self-indulgent, sentimental males that wear scarves in the summer. Something derailed what should've been a timeless cult gem.
Instead, the movie that took that honor is my current piece of 'mounted art' - Eternal Sunshine. It is bred from the same genre but is less sanguine, more sublime, less cliche - and a hell of a lot less whiny. It is just plain more striking. Striking enough that although I own the DVD and count it in my top 5, I've never actually opened it up and replayed it, until last night.
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Two weeks ago I visited D.C. It was the annual getaway with the college roommates. Each year we trek to a baseball stadium in a new city and partake in three nights of drinking, watching baseball, seeing who got fatter, and, for the two unmarried ones - flirting with las chicas. I love this weekend. No really, I LOVE this weekend. Any girl that is rolling their eyes right now is just angry that their idea of a weekend with the girls involves sitting through two Appletinis at Friday's while hating on Jon/Kate/your boss/your one girlfriend that isn't there to defend themselves. (easy ladies, it's a joke :)).
On our second day of general debauchery we woke up circa noon and eventually stumbled over to a little organic brew bar near the DuPont Circle. The place looked a bit too dead - and healthy - for my buddies, but right as we were about to leave, the waitress shuffled us to the basement area and said "Seat yourself."
This, however, was no basement. It was a glorious ManCave just for the four of us. A dimly lit tile floor, two leather couches, a huge flatscreen with speakers everywhere, and a granite bar featuring beers from lands I didn't know existed, with our own personal bartender coming by any moment awaited. It was just us... and her.
Krissy the bartender was sporting some long black locks, a contagious smile, a cute nose ring, and just enough bartender sass to make guys tip her more than what she deserved. After revealing she was a graphic designer who was returning to school in an attempt to stay out of the office and do something a bit more humanitarian, there was no question how I was spending the afternoon. I just needed some help from my buddies and/or a 6 pack of rufies (again, just a joke ;))
As the hours passed we engorged ourselves in watching When Animals Attack and getting drunk off exotic beers. Every time a shark ate someone, Krissy shot out in approval. This could have been as blatant as when chicks pose on Maxim with quotes like "I love working on my Dad's '57 Chevy," but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I was still getting a feel for her when we somehow stumbled on the Eternal Sunshine movie (how do you stumble on this movie? I might need to work on my game). I mentioned, that although one of my favorite flicks, I've never seen it a second time. In the movie Jim Carrey's and Kate Winslet's character - both exes - go through a series of 'mind cleanses' that erase the memory of their relationship in an attempt to avoid the lingering pain. The movie concludes with the pair meeting up once again later in life. I was certain the fill in the blank ending results in their eventual break up again.
"They get back together." She said this as if she owned the script to the unwritten sequel.
Huh? No way.
"Yes they get back together. Things are different this time. Life is different. It's not their fate. You need to watch the movie again thinking that they get back together. It will change everything for you." A small smile punctuated these words.
And with that, I was sold.
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We all utilize a variety of ways to protect ourselves from getting hurt by she-devils and jack-offs. Some sleep around and avoid anything resembling a relationship. Others use humor and write silly blogs about finding a wifey. Others avoid feeling anything deeper for the obvious, although never admitted, fear of getting pooped on. I took some advice last night and cracked open the cellophane on the DVD. What was once an unwatchable movie that hit too close to home turned into a glass half full ode to second chances and control of fate. That weekend in D.C I shared a few texts with Krissy but I never met up with her after leaving the bar 175 dollars weaker in the ass. Chances are she's a passing girl - but then again scripts change.
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