So to speak. But life goes on.
I spent the weekend in DC - a much more action-packed weekend than last weekend was. Aparato came down with a headcold during the week, so he was a little bit laid up, but it was still a good time.
When Mačka got home Friday night, he was... far more chatty and animated than I'm used to from him. He was trying to talk to the cat (they have two), and he was quite giggly about everything. We got a pizza, and he insisted that we watch Mega Shark Versus Crocosaurus - an inspired choice, if I may say so myself.
(The pizza choice was, if I may say so myself, was INSPIRED - I'd been praying for a hangover-curing quesadilla, but a pizza with chicken on it was JUST AS AMAZING.)
Saturday, Aparato and I went museum-hopping finally, Saturday afternoon. The National Gallery (West Building) smells... disturbingly like sunblock. The building itself reeks of sunblock. It was making me laugh uncontrollably for some reason.
The museum actually closed soon after we got there, so we went across the street to their outdoor sculpture garden - which also promptly closed. (I didn't manage to get any pictures there, though - I finally had a goddamned camera with me in DC for once in my life, and I forgot it on the god-damned coffee table. Unbe-freaking-lievable. I should have good pictures of the sculpture garden next weekend, though.)
We then ended up, successively, at the Museum of Natural History and then the National Museum of American History, which were... well, okay, those two were kind of boring. I don't know. I like museum-hopping, but there's something about overloading on them. I prefer art museums to history museums, for some damn reason.
We then ended up at Legal Seafood for dinner, and as we're standing there on the sidewalk, I look up at the advertisement board for the Regal across the street. I mention offhandedly, calmly, as we wait for Mačka to show up, "...You know, I heard Thor was supposed to be decent."
But I didn't push the matter. I knew he had a head cold, so I wasn't gonna ask him to sit through some loud-ass movie for two hours or so.
Mačka shows up, and the only words Aparato can get out is, "What would you think of going to see Thor aft-"
"There's a 9:10 and a 9:50 show."
(MAČKA, WHY ARE YOU AMAZING AND PSYCHIC, I LOVE YOU.)
So we went in for a wonderful dinner at Legal. Can I just say that if you ever have the chance, go to Legal Seafood in DC if only to have the opportunity to experience the bathrooms there.
Pictures would not do it justice.
The hallway that the bathrooms are in is partitioned by a mirrored wall down the middle - the ladies' bathrooms are on the left, the mens' on the right. Each "stall" is actually an individual bathroom, walled off with a full door, and each has its own toilet, sink, and hand-dryer.
AMAZING.
Having said that, their food also amazing beyond belief. If nothing else, the crab cakes. Good lord.
Thor was also pretty fucking good.
I will admit that the story got a little muddy and over-jumbled because there was too much attempt to give equal screen time to Earth and Asgard.
I like Chris Hemsworth - he has some pretty good comic timing. He kind of looks like he got hit in the face with a cement block, though.
The guy who played Loki looks like a young Data (don't be a plebe and act like you don't know who Data is), but I enjoyed his acting for the most part. (I'm still not entirely sure what they were doing with fucking around with Loki's backstory. I'm not going to spoil it if you haven't seen the movie yet, but suffice it to say that if you're familiar with the traditional comic canon, you're gonna be a little thrown off.)
To quote the good Turtle, "Anthony Fucking Hopkins was Odin Fucking Allfather", and... well, I mean, what more can I really add to that?
Aparato and I geeked out like nerdy, nerdy children during Hawkeye's twelve seconds in the movie. I can't speak for him, but on my end, it was not only for the character, but it also means that I get to have a good ogle of Jeremy Friggin' Renner once The Avengers finally gets made.
(Contrary to my thoughts on Data, I won't consider you a plebe if you don't know who Hawkeye is.)
(They really need to stop cockteasing us with these setup films and just MAKE THE FUCKING AVENGERS ALREADY, OH MY GOD.)
(I also like how I'm judging Chris Hemsworth for looking like all smashed-faced, but I'm a Jeremy Renner fan. I don't even know.)
After the movie, though... oh, I don't know. Being away from home for so long is just... stressful, no matter how good it is to be able to be in DC every weekend for almost a month.
Make of that what you will.
Today was pretty uneventful. I had to buy a new backpack before I left DC - one of the straps was fraying pretty seriously on the one I had.
We had dinner before I left - chicken and rice and corn), and dinner was just so... hilarious.
We were sitting at the (what I assume to be IKEA) table, listening to a Cure station on Pandora, eating a good home-cooked meal, and they would not stop arguing about the best way to cook rice. They're such bickery bitches, I love it.
(I've got certain proclivities of my own, I'm not judging harshly. Their bickering is just fucking hilarious, I can't even handle it.)
I'm sitting here watching Netflix, and all I want to do is drop out of training, quit this job, go home, and fix my life.
I don't want these past few weeks to have been wasted, though, so... looks like I'll be in class bright and early tomorrow morning.
I'm just so done here, you guys. I miss all of you.
(Even though I prefer the old music video for this song, have the song anyway.)
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