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Stupid Spar. This whole closing-whenever-the-mood-hits-us is killing my nights out. It's not like they were empty, either. When we walked up to the door, a big group of people came barreling out, complaining about being booted. I was going to spend money and everything. What the hell?
The evening was quite nice, though. Ben did, in fact, bring it at the Mark, so the music was funkalicious, and I got very pleasantly tipsy. Talking about the Silent Hill movie completely sobered me up, though. I realized after ten minutes of my ranting that I had far more of an opinion about that damn movie than I realized. Some excellent points were made, though. If there are other Silent Hill movies that come along, they'll hopefully have a clearer view of where Silent Hill actually comes from. As Vincent says: "You think you're killing monsters?" It's a personal-demons kind of concept to me. As Matt pointed out last night, you don't end up in Silent Hill unless you're closely connected to someone in Silent Hill, or you're part of where it comes from. And the whole mirror theme...
I'll stop. Anyway, it sobered me up.
There was, unfortunately, only one place to go after we left the Mark. I hate the Reef with a burning passion, but I end up there more often than not. It's a cruel Oly trick, I say.
Ben and I had two or three cigarettes outside the Reef, and of course, the crazies came to talk to him. We had one drunken girl yelling about how much she loved Olympia and American Apparel (I don't know either), and one man who lit a fucking joint while standing on the sidewalk, talking to us. Both of those people were from out of town, it seems. We're importing the crazies now. We obviously didn't have enough of our own. Again... what the hell?
OH MY GOD. I just had a package delivered to the door addressed to me. Inside... my bra. My bra from three years ago. My bra that J stole from me three fucking years ago and denied all knowledge of when I called him on it back then. Oh, thank god my mom isn't home.
The accompanying note -
"Don't worry, I don't need it anymore. I've got the pictures from last weekend now. Those should keep me going. - J"
Sweet.
Jesus.
I can't stop laughing. I really wish I had realized how great he was back when we were still together. I think I might have let something nice go.
Oh, and THERE ARE NO PICTURES. Shut up.
The evening was quite nice, though. Ben did, in fact, bring it at the Mark, so the music was funkalicious, and I got very pleasantly tipsy. Talking about the Silent Hill movie completely sobered me up, though. I realized after ten minutes of my ranting that I had far more of an opinion about that damn movie than I realized. Some excellent points were made, though. If there are other Silent Hill movies that come along, they'll hopefully have a clearer view of where Silent Hill actually comes from. As Vincent says: "You think you're killing monsters?" It's a personal-demons kind of concept to me. As Matt pointed out last night, you don't end up in Silent Hill unless you're closely connected to someone in Silent Hill, or you're part of where it comes from. And the whole mirror theme...
I'll stop. Anyway, it sobered me up.
There was, unfortunately, only one place to go after we left the Mark. I hate the Reef with a burning passion, but I end up there more often than not. It's a cruel Oly trick, I say.
Ben and I had two or three cigarettes outside the Reef, and of course, the crazies came to talk to him. We had one drunken girl yelling about how much she loved Olympia and American Apparel (I don't know either), and one man who lit a fucking joint while standing on the sidewalk, talking to us. Both of those people were from out of town, it seems. We're importing the crazies now. We obviously didn't have enough of our own. Again... what the hell?
OH MY GOD. I just had a package delivered to the door addressed to me. Inside... my bra. My bra from three years ago. My bra that J stole from me three fucking years ago and denied all knowledge of when I called him on it back then. Oh, thank god my mom isn't home.
The accompanying note -
"Don't worry, I don't need it anymore. I've got the pictures from last weekend now. Those should keep me going. - J"
Sweet.
Jesus.
I can't stop laughing. I really wish I had realized how great he was back when we were still together. I think I might have let something nice go.
Oh, and THERE ARE NO PICTURES. Shut up.
