I see a pattern here

Well, it's been nearly a month since my last post (for those of you keeping track, it's been a while since I've posted on the radio show blog as well) and I still don't really have a topic. But I'll just start and see where it goes.

Last weekend, I saw the Longest Yard with a couple of friends and I was told that a posted review would be in order (I think this was supposed to come after all three of us had seen the original as well but that appears to be a long time coming so I'm just going to get to it). Let's start with the quart Nalgene filled to the brim with Lipton iced tea and Jack Daniels. Like Eazy-E said "and from the first sip, my breath starts stinkin'" but that didn't bother me. It apparently did bother Nason though. I guess he was planning to start playing Dungeons & Dragons with the teenagers in front of us or something. CK refrained from helping me with my big mixed drink too claiming something akin to an allergy to JD. Crazy talk I tell ya. I'd just like to say for the record that if you walk into a theater and then enough teenagers to fill an entire row in the theater come in shortly after you, you can rest assured that you are now allowed to talk as loudly as you want about anything you want whenever you want. This is a rule. Just like if you go to a movie with a date and sit in the back, you are allowed to make out as much as you like and no one can give you dirty looks about it.

So, by the end of the movie, I'd finished my quart of Jack and tea and it was time to meet up with the others (who had opted to see Star Wars instead). Heading over for a few beers (and, much to my chagrin, also the Red Sox game) at Sebago, I managed to down a really big beer and half a plate of potato nachos (CK scarfed down the other half and then told me I'd really pigged out).

I'd forgotten how drinking hard liquor works for me. In the theater I noticed I was drinking but it wasn't until much later that I realized how thoroughly drunk I was. I must drink a lot faster than my blood stream absorbs the charming effects of alcohol. Not that there's a lot wrong with that, I guess I just need to drink more often to keep reminding myself of this fact. The other realization of the evening (and this should come as no surprise to anyone but, frankly, I'm really just starting to realize how much it is really true), I don't seem to really have an "inside voice." I mean I do when I'm just talking to people but in any kind of group I'm bound to get a little animated while talking about something and I've come to realize that along with this animation comes a much louder volume to my voice. Now, before you all write snide comments telling me how dense I am for not having noticed this before, I have. Several times. I've noticed that I get done talking and there's an eerie hush that is simply the vaccuum left behind by the absence of me talking. Anyway, just a personal observation. I'd say I'm gonna do something about it but I doubt I will or even can.

Oh yeah, the movie was pretty good. Adam Sandler had some really good one-liners before the football stuff started. The guy who played the jerk with the gun on the space shuttle in "Armageddon" played a jerk in this too. CK almost jizzed about all the ex-football players and pro-wrestlers in the movie. Chris Rock's schtick gets old fast. Courtney Cox-Arquette has weird tits - eerily separated. Burt Reynolds is a pretty old dude but he was The Bandit and the dude who actually knew what he was doing in "Deliverance." And, yes, Rob Schnieder does pop up at the end and shout "You can do it!"

I'll save my other ramblings for later.