Cheap wine is evil

So there I was Thursday night. Tired but willing. Waiting for the right call from the right caller to take away the remains of the day and prepare me for my favorite kind of Fridays. You know, the ones when you're at work, but barely there. The ones were you're hungover, but dont mind the office BS because you're still kind of drunk. Anyway, the right caller never called. Instead, C. suggested drinks at his apt. He also suggested wine, so I stopped at my local ghetto jewel and bought a big bottle of what looked like a good deal. "We drink anything, no one will notice", I thought to myself. And by the middle of the first glass, we all made a comment about it. "What is this?" A. said. "Ughh" said C. "Yeah, it has a nasty aftertaste" I said. But we kept drinking. After that, 3 more (big) bottles of something else followed. They were white zinfandel, which is still cheap wine, but I consider it a "safe" cheap wine. The kind you buy when the drinking partner doesn't know shit about wine, and you dont need to impress. Anyway, by 2 a.m. I felt so f***ing drunk, I started drinking water and making trips to the bathroom. As soon as I felt better, I drove home (I know! I shouldn't have!) and the rest of the night was something not to be talked about. The thing is, by 4 p.m. Friday, I got one of the nastiest hungovers ever. I knew I was in trouble when by midnight, at a bar, everytime I took a sip of my vodka tonic, my legs would start shaking!... Is there such thing as body rejection to alcohol?. Somehow Im glad I went thru this as recently (after reading "A million little pieces" and "Se esta haciendo tarde") been thinking about the effect of drugs on people and what a crappy experience I had when I did some, years ago.

V for Vamos!

Primero que nada, tengo que decir que tanto la premisa como la publicidad de esta pelicula no tienen mucho que ver con la pelicula en si. Todo parecia indicar que seria una historia de accion, con efectos e historia revolucionarios. Not so much. Los efectos son muy escuetos y solo sirven para puntualizar la historia (esa si) muy interesante, muy bien contada y sobre todo, muy incendiaria. sobre todo por el momento politico que se vive actualmente en este pais. Natalie Portman no acaba de convencerme despues de las precuelas de Star Wars, pero esta bien. Conmueve sobre todo en las escenas de la celda. Habra que leer la novela en la que esta basada - y que se escribio en tiempos de Margaret Tacher- pero en general, sali con un buen sabor de boca del cine (que bueno que no me esforce por verla en imax). Este fin hay que ir a ver "Temporada de Patos". Ya se que hace rato que salio en Mexico y que no debe de tardar en salir en DVD aqui, pero por lo que ha leido, vale la pena. Empieza hoy en Pipers Alley.
Cancion del dia; Mentira de Miranda (cant believe I actually like a Miranda song).

Discoveries, Chapter One

Aficionado como soy a conocer lugares nuevos acompañado de personas diferentes, el viernes prometio y cumplio. Despues de cenar con JC en Ping Pong (no soy muy amante del sushi, pero si de los restaurantes pequeños, simples, baratos y BYOB). Nos dirigimos a Big Chicks -otherwise known as the Star Wars Cantina- y estuvo OK (succiona que ya no se puede fumar dentro, aunque el patio es excelente para hacerlo y conocer fumadores alike). Despues de ahi fui por primera vez a Clarks on Clark por sugerencia de A y J. Para mi sorpresa ahi nos encontramos a R. y K. Todo bien, pero este lugar es lo justo lo que esperaba: un dive en donde la gente que salio soltera de Big Chicks busca con desesperacion un cuerpo tibio que acompañe la noche. Good times. Not coming back soon.
El sabado, visita a Plano IL para comer en Alessandria, propiedad de P, S y F. Atencion: A+. Comida: B+ Ambiance: B. Nos trataron excelente y comi muy bien, pero esta lejos como la tingada.
El Domingo fue para quedarse en casa y por fin vi "Wallace and Gromit: the curse of the were-rabbit" y me gusto mucho.

El sountrack del fin de semana y lo que va de esta, es Matisyahu's 'Youth'.

Im Baaack!

Not that anyone missed me, but here I am.
Last night, as I was trying to sleep at 3 a.m., an idea came to me like lighting. I must start writing my memories. I while ago I thought this idea that's been circling my head for a while most likely will be done while in retirement, 25 to 30 years from now, in a beach, somewhere in Mexico. But, last night it came to me that if Im already forgetting most stuff from my childhood, there's no guarantee Ill be able to keep all my fond memories for such a long time.
So, my writing will begin with my grandparents address: 8-40-A. There's a whole story behind those numbers and letter. I might even do it here. Or somewhere else. Either way, Ill try to do it soon.
We'll see.
So this was a mellow weekend. On Friday I decided to stay in and recover from the impromptu drinking session that developed Thurs night with JC, A and C. On Sat, I saw my favorite film of all times, BLUE VELVET. I really like the extras of the new special edition DVD, But Isabella Rosellinni looks terrible!. But all this was on preparation to the oscar festivities on Sunday. Saw the oscars at Roscoe's with JC (dawm you, crash!) and then to circuit till 2:30. Theres' something about familiar faces at that place. They keep getting friendlier with every vodka tonic.