Here at Magick Sandwich, we planned to have the Best Fourth of July Weekend Ever! Here's how our dream inevitably turned into disappointment and self-recrimination.
One of the nice things about our apartment in Astoria, Queens is that it has a great view of the Grucci fireworks display every year on the East River. Saturday saw the largest fireworks display ever in the history of New York City. I say Saturday saw it because we didn't. It was done on the Hudson River this year. So I'm sure Mayor Bloomberg's friends on the West Side got a nice show. Good for them.
So instead of getting a break from watching hubby's movie pick to go ooh and aah over the fireworks, I got treated to a nonstop showing of the filmic abortion that is Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. Somehow, I think that Michael Sheen, who has played David Frost and Tony Blair, might prefer to forget his star turn as Lucian, the werewolf/human hybrid. I know I would.
Pursuant to my holiday food intake, my digestive tract is now filled stem to stern with hamburgers and hot dogs. I pray for a bowel movement before winter.
Just to drive home the fact that Monday had arrived, I had to go to the post office this morning. To avoid the line for the zombiefied postal workers, I waited for the automated postal machine behind a twenty something who complained to her friend that the machine "takes all the personality out of sending packages." I was too mentally hungover to slap her.
Yes, the weekend's definitely over.
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That's a shame. I really enjoyed the first two, and was planning on picking up the third on blu-ray whenever it went on sale. Gotta have my vampire/werewolf fix. Perhaps I'll have to make due with another viewing of Teen Wolf...
Down a few Texas Pete shots, and the plumbing should flow like an angry, burning river in no time.
Too bad about the fireworks. Fuck Bloomberg anyway...and the Hudson river for taking away the display.
I had to go the post office too. Some old fart (a couple of years older than me) asked me if he was in my way while tying his shoe in front of the stamp machine I was standing in front of. I said no and stepped on his foot. He gave me a "fuck you" look but I was bigger than he was.
I actually took two days off, went back to work today, and stumbled all over myself like a retard. I didn't try to see any fireworks this weekend. I just didn't care.
@Herman: If you liked the first two, then you'll like this one. Bill Nighy chews the furniture in bright blue contact lenses. That's fun to watch. It just goes on so long.
@C.B: I assume a Texas Pete has booze in it and I don't drink, so I'll just chug some Tabasco straight. That ought to do it.
@Don: I had to go the post office a second time today--hell! This dipshit had to read each line on the screen for two envelopes. I could tell because his head tracked from left to right over and over. Finally when he was done and it asked if he needed to send anything else and he leaned forward to read it a second time, I groaned, "Press NO!" He didn't notice.I was smaller than he but I could've taken him. Rage is the key.
@John: It's funny. One of the only things I never get tired of is watching fireworks. I feel like a kid every time. I don't seek them out, though, which is why Bloomberg can blow me for moving them out of view of my apartment window.
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