boring night. better day.

i'm watching the heavy and tragic documentaries tonight that make my limbs wobbly. this has become my solitary exercise on friday nights. this and post pictures from the night before. tonight is interview with the co directors of body of war and a recap of dance party. an awful dichotomy. a sloppy yin and yang. it's all human nature i guess.

whatever.

last week i watched a show about women with fistulas in underdeveloped parts of ethiopia. and the week before was a doc about four people with head trauma and went into a coma for however long and either woke up and got somewhat better or woke up and stayed in a vegetative state.

i'm hoping for my current research project about aryan nation to pop up one of these fridays. a girl can dream. i will become a documentary filmmaker one day. i promise.

we went over to si's house and watched maxim's top ten hottest women of 2008 except there were no women on the list just an underage girl from high school musical and a possible man who tucks very well. then we turned on under the tuscan sun where jay narrated the whole movie and almost ruined everything. here's a video that is NOT MOCKING simon and yeah the quality is shitty.

best line: "we're not gonna take it, jay, i'm just kidding sweetie" at 4:28.
jay wore shorts and we decided to buy him a hawaiian shirt and flip flops to complete the summer stoner look.
long line. silly bar, this isn't like you?!
jay was trashed i've got to be honest and a lot of fun to talk to. and the music was electronica and impossible to dance to especially with every skinny kid dancing with all elbows out and poking you in the rib cage. most likely the. worst. night. at. dance. party.

and that includes the time i drank a glass of whiskey too much and claire had to take me out to the alley to barf behind a dumpster and crack head. OR that other time claire drank one drink too many and i took her behind that dwi billboard to barf in the street.

moderation.