Night With A Vengeance

Scene: Joel, Elle, Alan, and I are walking back from the movies. Alan and Joel, being men, are walking together, slightly ahead of us. Alan turns to Joel and points to a dimly lit alley.

Alan: Now there's a dark alley.
Elle: Why are you looking for dark alley ways?
Alan: For doing secret bloke things.

At this point, Joel uncomfortably backs away from Alan ever so slightly. And we cut to Elle's hysterical laughter. End Scene.


Last night, for reasons I can't quite remember, we embarked on a movie marathon. However, tt wasn't your usual geek original-version marathon, or suspenseful TV series in a night, or girls gathering together to cry at sappy movies all night long marathon. We watched the Die Hard 'trilogy.' No, I'm not proud of it, but we did have some marvelous food accompaniments to wash the violence down. There was the chocolate-dipped fruit, the five-spice crisps, the honey roasted cashews, the potato wedges, the Tangfastics, and by God, the most marvelous lemon bars ever. When we were about three quarters of the way through the second movie (Die Harder), Elle got a call that X-Men III was coming out at midnight. I had never seen someone so excited over a movie. And it saddened me greatly that the giggling and squealing in delight were all directed at a movie like X-Men III, but the girl was actually prancing in delirious anticipation. And so we all followed her. Took a break from John McClane to watch mutants jump around and throw things at each other, including Pyro, an alum I'd be a lot prouder of if he would just get more famous. We should have stopped there. (We should have stopped after the first Die Hard.) But we didn't. Our thirst for bloodshed knew no bounds. We went back to Alan's to finish Die Hard III: Die Hard with a Vengeance, because John McClane wasn't a quitter and neither were we. Sure our eyelids were drooping for much of the last time McClane was chained to a bomb and we weren't sure if he'd make it, and couldn't have cared less by the time he was chasing Jeremy Irons in a helicopter, but we presevered, just like him. By the time the whole affair was over, the stars we had seen on our walk from the cinema were gone. So were the dark alley ways. They were replaced by light. And to that faint glow of dawn crap, but it was actually really bright outside. The birds were chirping and after a night of darkness and sounds of explosion, we stepped into the streets. We were like newborn, cocking our head up to see the light and catch the bird songs, and weary, not quite comprehending the scene was before us. Because when you spend your nights watching four B-level action movies in a row, your mind loses a lot of its knowledge and wit, and your senses get dulled to the point of infancy. At that, is why I can't churn out a coherent entry. Not because I can't write or don't have a story, but because of John McClane.