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Kristina and I ventured out to see Grindhouse over at the Carmike off Stanley Road last week. I dropped her off in front of the theater because of the rain and she protested!? She protested! Why?

For some crazy reason, I thought women appreciated that sort of thing. Am I too chivalrous for my own good? Do women actually like getting soaked with rain?

Good grief, Charlie Brown from outta town!

Yes, a reference to Jimmy “The Boogie Woogie Man” Valiant.

We made our way into the theater where we found only one other person snacking on popcorn. We took off our jackets, shook off the rain, and got comfortable for the 3 hour flick. A flick that we have been itching to see.

We sat there and made a little chit-chat with the other patron. An usher came up the stairs and said, “I’m sorry, but we’re having problems with the projector. We called someone to service it. You can get tickets for a later time, see another movie, or get your money back.”

Stina asked if they could show it in another auditorium and the usher just stood there blinking until I mentioned that the length of the film could make that very improbable.

Then we asked the usher what other films were playing… I could see through the windows to his soul that his mind’s chalkboard was completely blank. His eyes rolled around and he stammered through a short list of films… We went with Blades Of Glory where we laughed our asses off.

I went ahead and rated Blades Of Glory with 4 out of 5 stars on Netflix. I liked it so much that I’m actually thinking about giving Ron Burgundy : Anchorman another try because I hated that damn movie.

Throwing caution to the wind… I think Will Ferrell is the funniest person ever to flee Saturday Night Live. He is simply brilliant.

Thank you for letting me purge. I feel so much better now.

This Saturday, Stina and I are planning another trip to see Grindhouse. I was hoping to find it at a drive-in, but it looks like those places are going with kiddy-type flicks. The drive-in would be a perfect place for Grindhouse… A tribute to B-movies that were almost exclusively shown to a sea of cars with steamed up windows through the 60’s and 70’s.

Since the drive-in is out… I’m hoping that the Graham Cinema is showing it this weekend. Hell… Give them a call and just listen to the outgoing message. It’s always a classic and usually very funny.

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And that same day… Stina and I ran up a $85 bar tab! We were so distraught that we didn’t see Grindhouse, we drowned our sorrows with Yuengling, rum and Diet Cokes, and double shots of Jim Beam.

One of these days… We are going to open and close a bar. I can feel it like a drunken spider crawling over my shoulder. I’ve heard that opening and closing a bar is something that everyone should do before they die. And by golly… I wanna die trying.