Nothing to say

Friday night, GF and I went to the movie theater on Lincoln Road (South Beach) to see the film Thank You for Smoking. The film was absolutely great. Very funny, very poignant, and incredibly well done. We really enjoyed it. We tried to catch this during the Miami International Film Festival, but it was ENTIRELY sold out, so we had to wait for the regular release. It’s too bad we missed it the first time around, because it would’ve been even better in the, uh, atmosphere (?) of the festival, but the film was no less brilliant. And only once did I laugh at an apparently inappropriate moment. The rest of the times, pretty much everyone was laughing as well. So good.

After the film, we meandered back to the car. There was actually a line to get out of the parking lot, so we had to wait. People were being cool with the merging so it was all good. Oh, except for one person, I guess. She was determined to not let anyone in front of her, but had a nicer car than me (which is usually cause to be slightly less aggressive.) Anyhow, I won, she honked, I got pissy and honked back (and flipped her off), some huge guy got out of her car (6′4+, 250+), and things went from bad to worse to hilarious. By the time it was over, we both ended up out of my car, four of the five (!) people were out of the other car (except for the driver, who was apparently white-knuckling the wheel in a state of severe fear and shock), security got involved, one girl was thrown against my car (HARD) and lost one flip-flop and her clutch, pretty much everyone had a chance to yell and blow off some steam, GF got some titty-grabbin’ action (because drunk bitch was after her, but too drunk, dumb, and slow to actually warrant getting hit), and we still left the lot in front of them. The whole exchange was just hilarious. No one (but for the screaming drunk bitch in the other car) was hurt at all. Nothing was broken or lost (except for the drunk bitch’s flip-flop, which was hideously ugly and in need of replacing anyhow). (I patronizingly alerted her to the dropped clutch, which fortunately presented her with the splendid and apparently much-needed opportunity to scream at me some more.) We were just cracking up over it. At the first light, we were reliving the action, and the guy in the car next to us overheard and informed us (in his fabulous french accent) that he had seen the whole thing. I asked if he had enjoyed the show, to which he gave an enthusiastically affirmative response. Some punk kid was messing with us earlier in the evening, and we think had tried to steal GF’s purse. We weren’t dumb enough to fall for it, but had a bit of pent up aggression, so all in all it was a great release and a hilarious story besides.

The next night, we were given much great opportunity to retell the story, as we had to attend two parties of social obligation. The first was a sort of wedding reception thing for a couple I had met only once before. The second was a birthday party for one of GF’s lab-mates. Both parties ended up being FAR better than I had anticipated, and made for a great night.

The third party mentioned was an impromptu get-together that took place between the two others. It came as a direct result of really awful planning. We actually went to the wrong place for the second (surprise) party, missed the surprise entirely, and hung out for nearly 2 hours with 3 of GF’s other lab-mates. It was a lovely rooftop soirée, and pictures were taken to preserve the occasion. These pictures ultimately provided necessary evidence that we had, in fact, gone to the wrong location and made the conscious decision to remain there for nearly two hours, despite realizing quite some time beforehand that it was, in fact the wrong location. We just had a really good time there.

Sunday was spent doing not much at all, actually. Breakfast, shopping, lunch, shopping, dinner, home, and playing on the computer for a little bit. I setup Picasa 2.0 and played with that a bit. It turns out I have over 66,000 pictures in my combined directories of collected porn, modeling, and celebrity shots. I’m sure there’s a lot of duplication in there, and whatever, so the number’s artificially inflated (pun!), but that’s still fairly ridiculous.
And now would be a really good time for me to get back to work.