The Classics: Cinco de Mayo
Another oldie but goodie:
Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo. I celebrated the same way I always do: pretending to be Jesus and trying to pick up chicks at www.christianmingle.com. It’s actually not a good dating strategy, I’ve found. Women enter the relationship with unreasonable expectations. Just because you can walk on water doesn’t mean you’re dynamite in bed. Plus, it’s terribly embarrassing when you have premature stigmata.
In either case, went out for Mexican last night. Apparently a few other people had the same idea. Also saw Mission Impossible 3 with 523 junior high school kids. We all liked the movie, but I really don’t think they understood the symbolism.
I’m all for preshow entertainment, but Cinemark’s “behind the scenes” clips are a little annoying. In the 20 minutes before MI:3, I saw the preview for Click four times. No joke. I never thought I’d say this, but I miss the coke cans having a race. Actually, I miss the slide projector and Top 40 music. Actually, no, what I really miss was the good old days when the there was nothing and you had to entertain yourself by throwing candy at the people 10 rows in front of you.
Oh well. It’s 3 pm now and Susan is coming over in a couple hours. I need to memorize a couple bible verses and hide my Black Sabbath albums.
August 16, 2007 at 3:37 am
Ah, I miss the old, funny blogs. (Not that I don’t love the new informative, introspective blogs.) Sigh. You better hurry up and crank out a few more. You know what happens in your late 20’s, right?
August 18, 2007 at 8:51 pm
I’ll see if can come up with a joke or two more.