peas and cheese

using the girls' wireless connection and spankin' new iBook. it is WAY past anyone's bedtime ... and i have a house blessing tomorrow ... and supposedly, some buca action tomorrow night ... k really wants to go, but i know half the time he is just thinking that i am running around town with martin. we still cannot see eye-to-eye on the tj's situation.

last night's screening was beyond bizarre. they just kept going off about the talented, talented cast - a three-person ensemble consisting of a guy with a genuine british accent that sounded fake, k with a fake fil accent, and his irl bilingual on-screen wife who i vaguely remember eating nachos with at dollar-nacho night @ compadres a couple weeks ago. there was some guy with foil dreds, red face paint, and clown pants who seemed to know a lot about filmmaking. there was the director, who kept dancing around with a bottle of wine and a bowl of chips. there was the video editor, who reminded me of this guy in my grad program who loved star wars and would talk about nothing else. it was the weirdest 16 minutes of my day. i didn't understand the script at all. i felt like a dunce, and then i got mad, and then i started to find it funny, which worried me because i still didn't get it. i just wanted to laugh at everything. especially when they started passing around this tray with crackers, brie, and green peas in a bowl. internal voice-over: "peas and cheese ... cheese rhymes with peas ..." HAHAHAH. shut up, shut up, shut up ...