Thursday, 26 April 2012
It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory, a case of do or die... the world will always welcome lovers as time goes by.
Tonight was Casablanca!
And it was so good on the big screen!
It was so amazing, you guys. I love it a little more every time I see it. Totally worth it.
So this afternoon I had a minor fit trying to decide what to wear, along with seeing what all from Freshman year still fit. Answer: everything. But man, I was...kinda a scrub. I remember being a lot scrubbier, too, wearing a shit ton of enormous sweatshirts. Anyway. Here went the progression:
Oh look, it's that shirt I wore for Derek's senior picture! Was it always so...square? I don't really mind, though. So long as it's open, I kinda like it still.
Oh tried-and-true sweatshirt, you never failed me. Ever. I wore you a million and one times.
My black pants still make me feel attractive as hell.
Oh hey, super fancy dress! I was going to wear you, but then I backed out. Good thing I did, too, because I had to walk the streets of BigCity McCityTown in what I wore, which ended up being this one:
Calm yo tits, kids, that is my RIGHT ring finger, there. Special circumstances and all that. It was funny how quickly I returned to the habit of subconsciously adjusting it with my mouth, though. Whenever the opal swung to either side, I moved the opal back to center with my mouth so that one hand was still free. And I guess I still do that. It's just ever so slightly too big for my ring finger now.
'Dis my makeup. With my creepy, creepy eyes. Sorry, everyone. I just might have a nightmare about that picture, and here I am subjecting you to it.
I was so excited I had freakin' butterflies. Craziness. And I had to dash there, even then getting there a little late, but I didn't really mind. I managed to scoot into a seat just before we first see Rick Blaine, so life was good.
After the movie, the lines, the laughs, the tears, the everything that is tied to Casablanca, I had to walk the several blocks back to the parking garage where I'd stowed my car. I was a little nervous about it, but I just stayed where I knew someone that I could see could see me. And I ran in the parking garage, because there was some guy coming up behind me. He was most likely harmless, but meh. I wished I'd brought someone along, although I don't know who I could share Casablanca with these days, with all its connotations for me.
I didn't want to have anyone there, really, because I would not be a very good partner for 99.9999999999 percent of people that might have gone with me. I'm not chatty enough when it comes to that movie.
So have a picture of Rick and Sam being awesome while they weren't filming:
To finish, I give you a picture of Rick and Lazlo playing each other in chess on set with Renault looking on, presumably saying something hilarious. This picture is amazing.
Imagine I said Rick Blaine's famous line just now. I myself can't. Because of reasons.