H o m e . A r c h i v e s . U p d a t e s . E x i t


I just got through one of those phases where I obsessively listened to the same block of songs over and over again until I just couldn't stand it anymore.

It all started for me a few days before the terrorist attacks. I hate to use that as a point of reference, but it's mentally unavoidable. Anyhow, it started with a single movie. I don't feel this movie has had its fair chance in the theatre due to its unfortunate timing, but I guess that's usually the gamble that movie companies have to take.

It was one of those weeks where one worked hard and looked forward to some rest and relaxation by Friday-that's how Elizabeth felt anyway. She called me at work and talked about possibly having a quiet evening at home, maybe rent out a video, get some takeout and just stay in.

Myself - I knew it was opening night of the movie "Rock Star". All day, I had scoured the website, rockstarmovie.com. For some reason, I was just drawn to this flick - The story of a wanna be who got to be - the slogan read. Was it chance to see Markie Mark dress up in tight jeans and don long hair? Nah, that just wasn't my style. Anyhow, I still remember seeing the trailer in the theatres months prior and I'm such a sucker for those things. As it played, everyone giggled and mentioned under their breath about what a loser movie this would be. I, instead, drooled like a child in line for Santa Claus, because for me, this movie brought back the good 'ol days of leather jackets, rock and roll t-shirts, and loud music.

The rush. The adrenaline. Gotta love it.

So, when I got home that Friday night, I was certain that tickets to the movie would be a hot commodity. I got a slight slgn of approval from Elizabeth and rushed onto my favorite-movie-ticket-website and purchased us two seats for the 9:30 show in a somewhat classy theatre in the city. Awesome.

Okay. Elizabeth was a little peeved, after realizing I actually *bought* the tickets. After she calmed down, she noticed how important it really was to me, she wore her pouty face, and we proceeded to the car. Unsure of the traffic, and of course, the crowd, it was just safe to head out early.

Something must have been funny in the air that night. We glided through all green lights. And, where there were usually bottlenecks on the highway, we seemed to be the only car on the road. We found a parking spot just half a block from the theatre; also excellent chancing. We got there in record time, unprecedented travel between Brooklyn and Manhattan.

We jumped out of the car and trotted over to the theatre only to be slightly surprised.

"No one's here," she turned to me and paused, "…stupid."

I got the idea that she was still a little pouty. We got our tickets, proceeded into the lobby and waited a little while before entering the auditorium. It wasn't moments before the movie started that the theatre started really filling up. But it finally did…thankfully, I felt foolish enough. All in all, we had a great time. Elizabeth never having liked heavy metal music before, forgot about being pouty, and even enjoyed the movie.

Since then, I had downloaded all the known songs from my favorite-mp3-music-website - excuse me, I mean borrowed all the known songs - and have been listening to them at home, at work, in the car… you get the idea.

Rock on!

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