An Occurence
Yeah, so I haven't posted in a bit. Argh. Lots of crap happening. Also, I write for a living, and sometimes I'm just plum out of funny, incredibly insightful sentences by the time I open this window and a nice bottle of Australian Shiraz (read: Cuervo Classico). When I washed dishes to pay the rent, my sink at home looked like a recreation of Pompeii grown organically in my own oversized petri dish.
Anyhoo, Terminator 2: Judgment Day has been on AMC this week, which reminded me of a humorous anecdote. I originally saw the movie in a theater on the south side of Tampa that showed first-run flicks for a buck. My old roommate and I scored a pint of Jack Daniel's for the packed opening-night event. We bought our Cokes at the counter and were lucky enough to find two seats right next to one another after fortifying our beverages in the restroom.
As the lights dimmed and previews rolled, the large young guy to my right leaned over and said to me:
"That's one strong whiskey and Coke, brother. I can smell it."
The dude didn't look like he was complaining about it, so I asked him if he wanted a sip.
"No thanks," he replied. "I'm tripping my balls off."
Anyhoo, Terminator 2: Judgment Day has been on AMC this week, which reminded me of a humorous anecdote. I originally saw the movie in a theater on the south side of Tampa that showed first-run flicks for a buck. My old roommate and I scored a pint of Jack Daniel's for the packed opening-night event. We bought our Cokes at the counter and were lucky enough to find two seats right next to one another after fortifying our beverages in the restroom.
As the lights dimmed and previews rolled, the large young guy to my right leaned over and said to me:
"That's one strong whiskey and Coke, brother. I can smell it."
The dude didn't look like he was complaining about it, so I asked him if he wanted a sip.
"No thanks," he replied. "I'm tripping my balls off."
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