2002-10-28 | DANTES CLIQUE

went to a halloween party last night in rancho cucamunga

it was "eye-ite"

("was it 'aiiight' or 'alright'?"; "it was 'aiight'..,'alright?'")

i didn't have time to get a costume, so i made due with what i had

i went as an undercover police officer

i wore a Honolulu Police Department baseball hat, some cheesy "Starsky & Hutch" type "cop glasses", and some surf shorts and a t-shirt with some hawaiian logos on it. I already had the cheesy moustache. But i have a beard with mine.

I wanted to just wear some surf shorts with a t-shirt and be vince vega from Pulp Fiction at the diner at the end of the movie, but i didn't think anybody would get it.

Another idea was just to wear some "tighty whities" and go as Jack Black from Orange County. Walk around with a plastic cup and ask for urine samples. I look similar to Jack Black in a way I guess. Semi similar body types, and i had similar facial hair, because I hadn't shaved in almost two weeks. My hair isn't as long as his though.

So, anyway, even though I had a lame costume, some guy (dressed as James Bond) actually liked it. He approached me and complimented me. He made me happy for awhile. Until I got hungry and wanted to leave.

Of course we couldn't. Phil and I wanted to go, but Dave was trying to pick up women. (unsuccessfully of course)

Dave was dressed as Avril Lavigne. It was a pretty funny costume actually. I really hate that girl, but his costume ruled. His demeanor didn't. (as usual when he's on the bottle, and sometimes when he's not, too.) He was wearing some long skater shorts, a Rod Stewart "Vagabond Tour" t-shirt, eye liner, and eye shadow, and a "hang loose Hawaii" hat worn sideways on his long hair wig.

Phill went as a doctor.

One of about 23 of them.

The only costume that might have been more popular then that was pimp.

Our friend Eric, who invited us to the party, was dressed as a chef, but when he pulled up his apron, he had a string attached to a rubber penis, so when he pulled it up, it exposed a giant, erect penis. It was really funny for him, because he's a totally nice, laid back guy....not like perverted or anything, so it was cool.

I met a lot of cool people that I will probably never see again in my life.

the James Bond guy was a nice fella.

I met a guy that was dressed as "Big Pussy", but everybody just thought he was a fat Al Capone. I loved him though. He was good people.

There was an oompa-loompa. I think he might have been gay. I'm not sure. It's hard to look straight in an oompa-loompa outfit. Unless you're a midget, which he wasn't. But he was cool, nonetheless.

I met this guy that Dave & Phill used to know from when they were in the reserves. His name was "Scaputo". That was his last name, but it sounds cool just by itself. He was like straight out of a movie. He talked kind of like a mafia guy. Phill has a band, and Scaputo is "connected" (a.k.a. 'made'?) in the music business, so he was like "give me a call, i'll book you anywhere in the fuckin' world... ANYWHERE!!"

Some people were trying to sneak in through the gate on the side of the house, so Scaputo kept yelling "Front Entrance!!" at them, no matter how much they tried to explain themselves. It was one of those things that was hilarious if you were there, and probably not funny at all if you weren't.

A "ladybug" was totally wasted about an hour into the party, to the point where she could barely function or even pass as a human being. She couldn't walk, talk, or even sit, so she decided to pass out on Phills lap. By that point I was also surprisingly drunk. Not belligerent or anything, but starting to get really dizzy and nauseous. I didn't drink after that. A 40 oz. of Tecate, a 20 ounce bottle of Smirnoff Ice, and 3 16 oz. cups of beer from the tap, and I was done for. I had to sit down for a couple hours just to let that "feeling" pass. After that, Phill and I just wanted to eat something. The main reason I had gotten so drunk, was because I didn't have enough food in my system. I would've had a better time at the party if I wasn't feeling sick through half of it.

The d.j. at the party was horrible. He played popular rap songs all night. When I say popular, I mean crappy.

So finally, we somehow got Dave to stop talking to drunk girls, and take us home.

On the way home there was a traffic jam in the middle of the freeway. A virtual friggin parking lot. At 2:30 in the morning!!! So we got off and tried to get home another way, but we got kind of lost in some bad neighborhood named Norwalk.

After 30 minutes of being lost, and another 30 minutes trying to gain back the 30 minutes of time we had apparently travelled the wrong way, we were on our way home, but first, and much more importantly, for food.

Dave asked everybody in the car how much money they had, so he could have an idea of where to eat. I had 20 bucks, and Dave had about ten or so, so we kind of wanted to go to Dennys. Phill said "Del Taco", so we were nice and went to Del Taco.

When we got to the drive thru, Dave yelled out to the half-asleep Phill in the backseat: "Hey, 'sleepy hollow', what do you want?"

Much to our chagrin, Phill said "nothing, man...i'm good".

Dave and I were shocked.

We could've taken him home and went to Denny's, but now we were stuck in the Del Taco drive thru.

But I got a double cheeseburger and a chicken fajita burrito, and all was good. By the time I went to bed I didn't feel nauseous anymore, and I woke up without a headache this morning!!!

By "this morning", of course, I mean 3:00 pm. And now, here I am again, ready to go to sleep, and wake up at 3 or so again. What a life, huh?

Stephanie...if you're reading this... please get me the hell out of here...!

The other night we went to see a double feature. We watched Punch Drunk Love and Knockaround Guys.

Knockaround Guys was fine. Predictable, and generic, but entertaining nonetheless.

Punch Drunk Love was nothing like I expecte. Which I love of course. I'm such a huge fan of Paul Thomas Anderson. Magnolia is just like a dream to me. So amazing.

This movie is even more crazy. It makes Magnolia look like just a normal scripted hollywood movie. Not that it is, but that's how original Punch Drunk Love is. I dare to say, it started out WEIRD. I hate using that word for the arts, because nothing really weirds me out. Either it sucks or it's good. nothing really shocks me. But this movie kind of did. It starts off so quirky. It's beautiful though. Sandler pulled it off. He was still Sandler, but he was leaving a little zaniness behind.

One minor complaint I have is the horrible (constant) music at one part of the movie. Just horrible drumming. I loved the constant music in Magnolia, but in this movie, some of it was distracting, and rather annoying. But Paul Thomas Anderson has blown me away again. This movie is one of a kind.

We've been watching Sopranos dvds all week.

Forgive me if I start talking like a made man.

I saw one of the episodes directed by Steve Buscemi (i think he did more then one). It was great.

It's funny. We watched Fargo right before it, and you could see some Fargo influence in the episode of the Sopranos. I don't know if it was subconcious on his part, or ours, or both, or if it was meant to be that way, but it was great, no matter what the inspiration.

So fa-get about it.

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