Good gravy, it was hot this weekend. Manda and I don't have air conditioning in our apartment so we toughed it out on Saturday. But you know what? Toughing it out sucks. Especially when there are plenty of other places in the world that aren't toughing it out. So, we decided that on Sunday we were going to go to the movie theater.
Not just a movie, mind you. The theater. We decided to hang out there and see two movies because they had air conditioning and our apartment was 97 degrees inside. When we got to the theater, it was a sweltering 109 degrees outside.
109! That sucks. I know it's no 116 like Phoenix, AZ or 115 like Nowheresburg, SD; but still ... Mark Twain said "The coldest winter I ever had was the summer I spent in San Francisco." Not anymore, buckaroo. Now it's 109 and people are running for shelter in malls and movie theaters.
Every place that had air conditioning, ice cream, or both was packed. And so we saw two movies: Lady In The Water and The Devil Wears Prada.
I enjoyed both. However, besides the air conditioning, the highlight of the entire experience had to be the old couple that sat next to Manda and I during Devil.
The husband was the star of the couple. This guy had a phenomenal super power.
"Mild-mannered Mort Buckwald was just your average retiree until one day when he was struck by a bolt of Nuclear Lightning! From that day forward, Mort Buckwald, in the guise of Captain Pain-In-The-Ass, could forever narrate the obvious!!"
Yep. Everything that happened that was even remotely obvious, this guy decided to say out-loud in his outside voice.
"That's Meryl Streep."
"I think [Meryl Streep's evil boss character] is testing her [new assistant]."
"[The overworked assistant] should quit."
"[Meryl Streep's evil boss character's] own arrogance is her worst problem."
Wow. Thanks, asshole. I really needed to hear "The Devil Wears Prada for Dummies" on-tape while I watched the movie. It was pretty freakin' hysterical. You could literally witness each thought that passed though this guys head because he always announced it to his wife.
Mort's Brain: ..........
Mort's Brain: ..........
Mort's Brain: ..........
Mort's Brain: That assistant should quit.
Mort's Brain: ..........
Mort: "She should quit."
It was pretty awesome. Most entertaining of all is that he didn't even get the point of the whole movie. I won't ruin it for people who want to see it. But suffice it to say, he missed the point of the whole thing and therefore it was all a waste on him.
Mort rules. 109 degree weather doesn't.
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111 in Burbank Saturday. What the hell is going on? We've had a heat-wave in LA since May. Temps above 90 degrees everyday since then. We went to Santa Monica Friday to beat the heat but Saturday was at home. It was desert temperatures and nearly set the all-time record in Burbank. If this is July, which is usually fairly nice, I shudder to imagine August/September. Thankfully I'll be gone most that time.
Yeah.
I've been fearing the same thing. I don't want to see what August and September are like because it's supposed to be kinda' nice right now and it isn't.
It sucks. It's hot and it sucks.
Hee-hee, suckers! I never would've thought the West Coast would be having a worse summer than the East Coast (and our summer hasn't been any walk in the park), but there you have it.
Suck it, y'all!
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