the magical two lost hours

I'm putting this film on the top of my netflix queue.
200 Cigarettes, the 1999 risa garcia classic. a late nineties ensemble comedy (?) featuring christina ricci, casey affleck, janeane garofalo and and and and and (!) PAUL RUDD.
ernest hardy from film.com calls 200 Cigarettes, 'a movie at odds with itself'. david keyes from cinamaphile writes that 'this is the movie that knows its a party flick, but doesn't care'. and with the most succinct review, david elliott from the san diego union-tribune calls this movie 'barely functional'. but wait. i never see a movie until i know duane dudek from milwaukee journal sentinel has reviewed it.

he found it to be 'as funny as a dark spot on your chest X- ray!' punctuation all his.
foreshadowing?
courtney love?
no matter. i'm still seeing it.

filthy offshoots of central ave.

we all met up at copper lounge around midnight and i had six dollars in my pocket. i haven't been carrying money in my bag since the previous painful memory on that dirty night bridge. bill simon alex marc piper t and then later j.t. and t.c.

some of us were coming from the glorious rat hole known as joe's. the others were coming from jessica's game night. we played cranium in between brown nosey convos to ewen the director and laurel the directors' girlfriend. yawn. otherwise, perfect food and understated environment.

but copper. it was less understated. simey and b hit on a group of nice ladies. j and i downed a l.i.i.t. in under a minute. women's olympic volleyball games played in the background. b called a slightly round lady "melon" instead of her real name, ELLEN (!) and generally we stood around smoking before everyone went home.

why didn't we GO HOME?!

si, bill, jess, t.c. and i drove to pipe's place now called ..... micro shack? mini shack? i forget although micro shack sounds more correct just based on the terrible pun "mike"-ro shack. arm pumping ensued. we sang bush, passed out, woke up to blink 182 at super high volume, danced on the wheelchair, threw up and smoked some more. the nice thing about passing out is the part where you sleep through any sort of terrible environment currently taking place before you. and unfortunately we were all super conscious for all of the smoky cheap beer fueled blink 182 madness.

the night continued to slide downward as we went to denny's around 4am. bill ordered something called the superbird and ate a lint sausage covered in ranch dressing. si's forehead seemed to bloat according to my camera phone pics.

we walked to my place for good night dreams and wound up talking nonsense until the sun rose over the sandias.

gilmore girls niiiiiiiiight forever

i brought my purple hookah over to marc's house last night and there was a little lemon grape flavored tobacco product left from my birthday barbecue so we gots our shits together and lit up honey.
we invited the cats over too. they were all whatever just put wonder years on the tube. i decided it was the perfect kind of weather for making marc play gilmore girls with me. i would be rory during her senior year at chilton when she was choosing between yale princeton and harvard. and marc would be lorelai and have issues with commitment and major mama problems but mainly have a cooler personality.
if you lead i will follllloowwwww!
chompers! meowers.
oh. also. on public access channel there was a video of central ave. from the viewpoint of a motorcycle. the guy kept dropping his camcorder and just wound up recording his thigh and the potholes in the road for half the tape. it made us fall asleep slightly so we changed it to spanish movie channel. not another sylvester stallone classic!!! bla. so we were fuzzy enough to watch that food network program hosted by marc summers - remember him from double dare and the giant mouth with green jizz coming down the tongue. you were no one if you didn't watch nickelodeon man. so on food network show there was a guy obsessed with boo berry the breakfast cereal.

he has a boo berry fansite with pictures of peoples who got TATTOOS of BOO BERRY?! there was this one scene where he was writing an email to the corporate people at General Mills and it was all:

12/25/2007
General Mills

To Whom It May Concern:
Let me introduce myself ..... oh wait ...... hahaha! I don't have to because I've written to you over 786,944 times. bla bla bla

the ellipses and 'hahaha' is not my creative license. he actually wrote that and I didn't have time to read the rest bc it was only on the screen for a pico minute but it struck fear into my heart. i'll never look at boo berry the same again. additionally, the audio on marc's tv is kind of cracked out so general mills sounded like genital mills and yea yea i'm a ten year old sometimes. suck it.
this cat is motherfucking chill.
and funny thing, marc didn't accept being lorelai even though i told him he didn't have to wear a dress. plus the whole role playing la la fun is slightly too close in content to role playing spice up a failed marriage sex games and that's a little too disgusting in this case. come on rory and lorelai are mother and daughter!
so we've been calling him baby and baby jr. ever since i saw his pathetic mug on craigslist but he also answers to 'no way jose' since we're always saying that to him. jossssssssseeeee!
not in a talkative mood today.
thank you for being my frienddddddd! ten thousands points to the person who can correctly identify the tv show's theme lyric i incorporated into the previous sentence.

hum drum night so what?

perfect except the morning after

so yeah yeah. i had a little barbecue get together on saturday evening in observance of my birthday and basically i chose to have it before my actual bday cause we all got fucked up and i was still 23 in the morning. la la la la i cheated you old age reaper! at least for that night. it was beautiful. tim squeezed lemons for margarita mix, simey was taught how to grill, marc bought hundreds of dollars of food, i made THE BEST EGG SALAD ever, weiners were soaked with beer. WEINIES! also i bought all the alcohol and felt like a real grown lady. yet somehow, the super gallon of vodka was completely goooooone in the morning.
so basically my camera died so no more party pics even though we were all party people for a few more hours but that's perfect anyhow since i didn't want to spend my birthday party taking pictures. i was too busy get lung cancer. and YES I'M THAT PERSON WHO constantly chants it's my bday it's my bday it's my bday PARTY inside my head. egotistical, sheesh.
oh yeah. t.c. made chalk graffiti outside my apartment and my name was somewhere in there so of course i took a hundred pics of it and got them all framed and basically rolled around in the chalk dust.
everything was perfect and just right amount of lax and i'm thinking about having regular summer barbecues. i ate a veggie burger and guacamole and egg salad and tofu pups and carrots and watermelon and chips. pomegranite and vodka. tanqueray and tonic. and marc gave me a purple hookah so that was fun except i woke up with the grossest headache and couldn't remember if i took off my shorts and shirt before or after everyone left.

oh. and somebody used my last two rolls of toilet paper for whatever gross purpose they needed TWO ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER FOR?! come on. plus my girls weren't there with me so it wasn't nearly as perfect as it should have been.

a little fondle on the top floor

did you hear us? we were hot and loud. and young.

saturday night.

steven bought out executive suites so we had three bedrooms on the top floor at the hyatt in downtown albuquerque and everyone was shi shi frou frou but we all took off our heels and ran around the rooms barefoot with rainbow drinks. we took jager shots and drank hpnotiq and just generally lived like eight billion dollars for twenty five minutes.
basically every kind of drink you ever wanted to taste. parties with jess are A+.
PROOF!!! FINALLY. i woke up the next morning at the hotel and wandered outside wearing somebody else's wedges. looks like i wore jessica's shoes from this picture. i'm getting ahead of myself tho.
jessica rented the vip area and we got free bottle service which means free cape codes, red bull vodkas and greyhounds all night. marc and jay met us at the club where they almost didn't let jay in cause he wasn't dressed dbag enough. i think this picture says it all.
oh yea. jess gave us glow in the dark bracelets and we decided to go to a rave before the end of the month. eeeeeeeeeee.
smokey. oh wait. the corner we were sitting in blew hundreds of clouds of smoke at us and if you got it in your mouth you immediately had date rape drug in your system.
can you see her? she's wearing knee high socks, heels, black shirt and a black thong. and she's standing on that weird mirror wall dancing ledge. my bffs will remember this ledge quite well from previous drunken nights on the town.
so there were fifty screens featuring meth-ed out shadow stripper with very pointy nips. she was dancing dirtier than brooklyn lady aka girls gone wild girl, for reference read about party at amelia's three weeks ago.
what?!
ugh. no comment.
jay and his converse like a boy and his dog.
aaahahahahah. return of frankenstein's monster. he claims he made this pose purposefully but the evidence against him is so strong.
aaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahahahahhahahah! ahahahahahahahahah! aaahahahahahaah! i'm making this into a poster to put above my bed. i will photoshop this pic of jay into every future picture i ever take.
move along. nothing to see here.
k. so we left opm lotus and went over to burt's. hung around the front for a minute and then went to the back alley so marc and jay could pee on a wall.
the one time i didn't remember to suck in. pretty good record for the amount of photos taken. i will probably take this pic down as soon as i publish this. yuuuuuck.
marc and jay smuggled pabst out of burts basically by hiding them within their fist and no one noticed. we ran into alex and kai outside of atomic and decided to meet at anodyne before last call.
we wound up going straight back to the hotel room which was the best idea of the night considering none of us would have been able to get into anodyne in our state.
it's all very american apparel advertising, non? and if you don't know the story of dov charney, please do by the next time i see you. k?
yea. these are the shoes i had to wear back to the car and they were two sizes too small. who took my shoesies?
and of course, hangover breakfast at flying star. it was slightly disgusting considering we smelled like vodka, cigarettes and parking lot piss during mother's day brunch but that's life. marc told me i passed out next to jessica as soon as we got to the suite and he covered me up with the curtains cause he couldn't find the blanket.

also, some guys in kilts came over while the girls were sleeping and played drinking games for quite a while. jay wouldn't stop saying ghetto fabulous and i woke up with two scratches on my hands, a strawberry on my thigh and bruise on my knee.

i have a feeling my bday party will have to be at or above this caliber. should i wait til my girlies are back in town or just have a birthday party and another birthday+n party?

i'll sleep on it.