Wow. The last two weeks have been BANANAS. We moved, which creates enough busy for two people, but then we ALSO had stuff to go to almost every evening of the week AND on the weekends, which meant double-triple-busy, which meant I didn't have time to update the blog, like, ever. And I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise.
First off: last weekend, we went (with our friends Becky and Jeremy, who rule!) to Palm Springs, which is the most mid-century-modern place in the entire universe. Had drinks at the Palmer Hotel, which looks like a cross between the sets in Down With Love, the Korova Milk Bar in Clockwork Orange, and the classic TV show The Prisoner.
That's me and Trix in our Sunshine State finery, outside at the Palmer, as shot by Becky. I don't even look fat in this one, yippee!
Then, we moved. Our new place is marvelous. Our last place was like a shoebox combined with a catbox. THIS place is HUGE, like extra-super-double huge, with two bedrooms and a dining room and such. I spent much of the weekend repairing the broken pieces of THIS astonishing furniture set:
...which, by the way, I actually accomplished. All the pieces are in good working order (well, except the coffee table, which needs a new set of legs -- next weekend!.
Also, this last Friday, we hit Diablo's awesome Mondo Diablo film festival for a showing of Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors and one of Trix' top ten, Fright Night. Besides the fact that both are totally underrated and totally hilarious examples of the genre (honestly -- when's the last time you've seen either? Dream Warriors is both hysterical and totally creative and terrifying as hell, with some awesome performances), the screening featured guest appearances by Chuck Russell and Frank Darabont for Dream Warriors and Tom Holland for Fright Night, all of whom were totally gracious. Frank especially was monumentally cool, hob-nobbing with the horror geeks and taking tremendous pleasure in the film's reception. It was a helluva night.
Saturday night we went to see my homeboy Patrick's other band, The Digs, play at a place where, um, you could procure -- ahhh -- hm. I'm not sure what I can say, here. Let's just say it was a very interesting night and leave it at that. Helluva band, that.
No, I haven't seen Dark Knight yet. Okay? I haven't. I'm going to. I love Chris Nolan, I loved The Prestige even more than Batman Begins, I'm gonna see the film, I promise. Swear to god.
I promise I'll blog lots this week. I have a lotta pent-up writing energy and lots to say.