Friday September 2, 2011

Wake up around 8:00 AM to a few very hungry and persistent bastard cats who will not let me rest until I have given them what is rightfully theirs. I am praying for the day that I can own a pet of some kind that can feed itself. A monkey, perhaps? I get up and feed the sons of bitches and crawl back to bed. I told Justin that I would be at his condo at 11 this morning to help purchase all of the necessary cables and hook up his surround sound speakers in his living room. This conversation took place before our eventual inebriation, thus bringing the validity of said plans to debatable levels. But, it is only 8:00, so I still have a solid two hours before I have to actually get up and head over there. I fell asleep watching Pulp Fiction, so I press play and let it run as some background noise while I fall back asleep.

I forget to set my alarm, so I don't wake up until 11:30 AM. Feeling hungover...and guilty...I call up Justin to see if he still wants me to come by and to apologize if he and his roommate, Chris, have been waiting on my arrival. Thankfully, my phone call wakes Justin up, so my guilt subsides. I tell him I'm gonna shower and eat breakfast, and then head over to start the good times. I almost do just that. I head into the kitchen for some food. While I feast on my bagel, I start watching the Biography on Tupac Shakur's father, Mutulu Shakur, who was a little more notorious than one would imagine, well, at least for me. The show ends and, because it's the goddamn Biography Channel, another episode of Biography starts, this one about John Walsh, the infamous host of America's Most Wanted. Of course, I'm drawn in to another captivating episode, so I figure I'll watch this one and then head over to Justin's. Fortunately, I get a text from him around 1:30 saying that he's too lazy to do anything this afternoon and not to bother coming over. This takes a huge weight off my shoulders, as I am still feeling pretty hungover, I still haven't showered, and I'm already 20 minutes into the John Walsh biography, so I'm pretty much committed to the episode.

Post Biography, I try and think of shit to do to occupy the rest of my day with. Unfortunately, I can't think past the t.v., so I start thinking about which movies I still need to check out that are at the top of my list. At Justin's last night, we had gotten through the first hour or so of The Town, which I was really digging, until we switched over to the preseason Bears game. I immediately check my instant Netflix to see if it's available. It's not. Damn the man. I'm not one to leave unfinished business, as was made perfectly clear earlier with my Biography episodes, so I decide to go pick up a copy of the flick. I throw a shirt on, grab my things, and head over to Best Buy.

Now, I have a problem when it comes to movie shopping. I will go into a store with all intentions of buying one thing, be it a movie, cd, computer hardware, clothes, etc., and I will almost 90% of the time manage to walk out with at least four or five movies. That's why, around Christmas time, I usually tell my mother what I am getting everyone and she goes out and picks everything up for me, because I am incapable of going into a store and not walking out with movies for myself. It takes every ounce of will power to not pick up some bargain deals in the Blu-ray section, and goddammit, there were some AWESOME deals. But I get past it and end up walking out with the one movie I came to purchase and nothing else. Accomplishments are a good time.

I get home and toss in the movie, which I did buy on blu-ray. It's only about 4:00, so I've got some time to kill before I have to start making plans for the evening, so I opt to check out the extended cut of the flick, which runs just a little over 2 1/2 hours. Needless to say, the movie was fuckin' dope. Ben Affleck definitely has found his niche in filmmaking, and that is directing. I was insanely impressed with his directing debut in 2007's Gone Baby Gone, and he has further impressed me now with The Town. Let's just hope he can keep his directing career from taking a dive like his acting career.

Post-flick, I get a call from Joey telling me that a bunch of them are going to check out Martel's new place and then walk to the bars afterwards. I accept the invite and immediately jump in the shower...which is something I intended to do around 11:00 this morning. I clean up, throw some clothes on, and then head over to Martel's. We hang out there for a bit, checking out the last ten minutes or so of Semi-Pro, which is a total underrated flick, if you ask me. We throw back a few pre-game beers, and finally head out to Another Round, a fairly popular bar located in downtown Downers Grove. Fortunately, it's not very busy, as it usually is overflowing with people on a Friday night. We grab a table and order up some drinks. I stick around there for a few hours just bullshitting with friends and enjoying a few beverages of the alcoholic variety. Just around midnight, I decide to head out, as I don't have the kind of money to be staying out at a bar until 2:00 AM. I call up Justin, who tells me he's having some people over at his condo. I bid everyone farewell, walk to the parking garage, and head over to Justin's.

I get to Justin's and there are some people there, but nothing too crazy. I crack open a beer and shoot the shit with everyone for a bit. And that's when things started to get weird. One of the girls who is at the condo decides to invite these shady guys over that she met downtown Naperville. That's a red fucking flag for me, as everyone pretty much knows my stance on the douche-bags that crawl around the Naperville area. I can already tell it's going to be a shitty night once these guys get here. And it sure as hell is. I'm not one to just start judging people and talking shit, but these guys were complete scum. And it was later evident when Justin's IPod went mysteriously missing right after these guys walked out the door. Justin noticed it was gone from it's usual spot, gathered our posse together, and heads out to confront the douche bags. Of course, they deny it, allowing us to search them and their cars, which Justin does, thoroughly. They don't have it on them, which means that one of them probably jacked it, dropped it off somewhere, and is planning to swing by and pick it up once he is gone. It's pretty pathetic that people would go through all that trouble and stir up that much shit just to jack an old IPod from someone's place, but those are the kinds of assholes that hang out Downtown Naperville, which is why I avoid that place like the fucking plague.

After everything gets calm, I can tell Justin just wants to go to sleep and for everyone to get the fuck out of his place. I assist in making that clear to everyone, more or less just kicking everyone out, including myself. My good friend, Mandy, requests I give her a ride home, so we bid everyone farewell and jump in my car to call it a night. I drop her off, which is conveniently like two blocks from my place, and then head home. I get a sudden urge for food, so I cruise over to the McDonalds down the street from my place, in hopes to pick up a quick burger. Not realizing that it's almost 5:00 AM, the guy tells me they are serving breakfast. Normally, I would pass, but I was hungrier than a motherfucker, so I order up a bacon egg and cheese bagel and call it a night. I devour the bastard on the ride home, go upstairs and do the nightly routine. After watching The Town earlier today, I really want to re-watch Gone Baby Gone, so I throw that one in and pass out within the first ten minutes.