The Terminal (part 1)
My good friend, Brian Spaulding, asks what I'm doing tonight. Nothing. Of course. He hints at seeing "The Terminal." Not interested. Minutes later, I ask "So whats going on tonight." He's meeting up with some ladies, behind my back. He informs me of their identies, and I jump onboard. He arrives at my house after we both showered (NO! Not together! Filthy...).
We head to the movies and purchase tickets. We did NOT, I repeat, not do the Fandango. We enter our theatre. Its empty. Just 10 short minutes before the film's 9:50 start time (yeah, you guessed it, about 9:40). We find the perfect seats. The previews begin, but no women. Spauldo gets refreshments. No women.
First, a few ads, one for Coca Cola C2. Listen people, if you are a true health nut, don't drink soda. Its that simple. Milk, water, juice... the list of reasonably healthy drinks is lengthy. Soda is not on that lengthy list. Then there was an ad for some blue credit card, I forget which. Well, it was basically about buying pieces of shit merchandise. Next, an N Gage ad. I mean, what the fuck? Are there gonna be commercial breaks too?
On to ACTUAL previews! Finally! Who says finally to the fuckin previews... Anyway, Ladder 49 looks good. Unfortunately, John Travolta is in it. I can't help but thinking of him as John Travolta, no matter what movie he is in. Good actors make you forget that they are actors. John Travolta is fuckin John Travolta and thats it.
The Polar Express looks like it has some quality CG animation, but no plot. A train to the North Pole? Then, what? Halloween takes over? Tim Allen becomes Santa Claus? Macaulay fuckin Culkin fights Joe Pesci and some other fuck? This one's got box office hit all over it....
More crap to watch. Theatre population 6. Still, no women.
Finally the movie starts. It was pretty good. Still, no women.
We then drove home and joked about some stuff. He bought gas for his car, and dropped me off at my house. No women here either.
Now I'm writing this thing. Ladies, call me.
We head to the movies and purchase tickets. We did NOT, I repeat, not do the Fandango. We enter our theatre. Its empty. Just 10 short minutes before the film's 9:50 start time (yeah, you guessed it, about 9:40). We find the perfect seats. The previews begin, but no women. Spauldo gets refreshments. No women.
First, a few ads, one for Coca Cola C2. Listen people, if you are a true health nut, don't drink soda. Its that simple. Milk, water, juice... the list of reasonably healthy drinks is lengthy. Soda is not on that lengthy list. Then there was an ad for some blue credit card, I forget which. Well, it was basically about buying pieces of shit merchandise. Next, an N Gage ad. I mean, what the fuck? Are there gonna be commercial breaks too?
On to ACTUAL previews! Finally! Who says finally to the fuckin previews... Anyway, Ladder 49 looks good. Unfortunately, John Travolta is in it. I can't help but thinking of him as John Travolta, no matter what movie he is in. Good actors make you forget that they are actors. John Travolta is fuckin John Travolta and thats it.
The Polar Express looks like it has some quality CG animation, but no plot. A train to the North Pole? Then, what? Halloween takes over? Tim Allen becomes Santa Claus? Macaulay fuckin Culkin fights Joe Pesci and some other fuck? This one's got box office hit all over it....
More crap to watch. Theatre population 6. Still, no women.
Finally the movie starts. It was pretty good. Still, no women.
We then drove home and joked about some stuff. He bought gas for his car, and dropped me off at my house. No women here either.
Now I'm writing this thing. Ladies, call me.
posted by Cory Topper @ 1:01 AM
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