On Friday night ribsinbacon and I hung out downtown. Had dinner at The Plaza and watched new students trying to find their way around. It was really nice outside. I had a good evening, went home around 10:00 with the intention of getting plenty of sleep, and somehow managed to not go to bed until 2:00.
Starting on Saturday driving around our neighborhood has been a nightmare. There's no parking anywhere. Enormous moving trucks are parked on the sidewalks. Every time I pull into or out of our driveway, I have to wait for somebody to fold up the ramp on their truck. This morning, two U-Hauls facing in opposite directions were parked and blocking Johnson Street. Getting around them took me about 35 minutes, where walking would have taken me four. I hate to say it, but I really hope somebody -- maybe a couple of somebodies -- got really expensive tickets for that. I guess we got really friggin' lucky because the previous tenant was out a day early. We circumvented the Moving Day congestion by packing and moving everything in an evening. Not that we wanted to, but U-Haul accidentally gave our truck to someone else. Mikey had connections who had other connections with somebody at Ryder who was able to get us a truck that had to be back by 8:00 the next morning. We finished around 2:30 AM, ordered a bacon cheeseburger pizza from Toppers, I set up my bed and was asleep around 4:30. I was glad to have taken that day off from work. I got up around 9, rummaged through the boxes for a book of short stories by Arthur Machen, and uh-- I guess this story is totally irrelevant (and also a couple of years late). I'll get back to posting about my weekend:
Last night Ellen and I hung out. The plan was to go to Jimi and Amy's party and then Rocky Horror in Milwaukee, but when the party got cancelled, Ellen and I decided we were too tired to handle the drive back. Instead we checked the local movie listings and finally got to see The Village. It's been both praised and panned by my friends, so I'm not sure how to recommend it, but we both enjoyed it immensely. All of the criticisms I've heard stem from the surprise ending being anticlimactic, and I guess I just don't care. M. Night Shyamalan's major strength as a writer is his characters, and as a director it's his ability to create atmosphere. The Village is rich in both of these. Plot and dialogue are usually the two least important aspects of filmmaking -- they're not even unique to the medium of film -- and I guess I'm just more interested in what the film achieves and what its plot achieves (which is probably why I like High Fidelity better than all y'all). By now most people who've seen any of Mr. Shyamalan's films have formed a general opinion of his work, and if you still haven't seen The Village, I recommend that you trust your gut instinct as to whether it's worth paying eight bucks for.
Today we're cleaning house. Our landlord is coming within the next week to see how we're treating the place, the house probably hasn't received a major cleaning since our last party. Yeah. I'm not even going to tell you how long ago that was, I'm just going to say that I'm embarrassed and leave it at that. Nate wants to go through the crap in the basement, which is a good idea. The laundry area has gotten really messy, and for two years (as of yesterday) we've been piling empty cardboard boxes down there. The space could be used more efficiently. Things could be tidier. Girls are moving in downstairs next weekend, and we want to make it presentable.
ADDENDUM: I forgot to mention -- the soundtrack from The Village is great. Will have to pick that one up.