OF CHICKEN DANCES

10.18.98

    I've got some sort of lingering respiratory cold. My throat has been sore off and on and I've had an icky kind of cough. I started getting this on Wednesday. I told T. that I thought I was getting a sore throat from talking so much. I had been talking up a storm with Chelsea in the morning and then I had the excellent job interview and then I came home and talked with my Aunt for over an hour. I wish that's what the throat thing was but it appears to be lingering. I think it's time to bust out the serious vitamins. My ex-friend used to say that Zinc was good for colds maybe I'll try that.

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    Friday night, T. and I had intended to do some grocery shopping but his check hadn't cleared yet so we bought Burger King and went home and watched Con Air. That was a crap movie. The foreshadowing was really annoying. Actually, what was really annoying was when they would use foreshadowing techniques that would make you go, "See that -- he's going to use that later when the bad guy does this and that." Only, he wouldn't.

    The musical score was just awful. There were only four songs in the movie. In the beginning and end was this incredibly sappy love song for Nicholas Cage and his wife. I think it begins with, "I don't want to live without you..." Makes me cringe. Then there was the bad guy (John Malkovich) song and the hero-is-doing-good-Top-Gun song. T. and I should have turned that song into a drinking game because they played it so much. And, the fourth song was "Sweet Home Alabama" for no reason that I could fathom.

    In Con Air, John Cusak was comic relief. Bad comic relief. As in, this is where we are supposed to laugh at the things Cusak is going through only it's not funny.

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    On Saturday, we went to a friend's house and watched the UO v. UCLA game. I'm not a huge sports fan in general but this was a good game. They tied up twice during the game and then went into overtime for UCLA to come out ahead with a field goal.

    In the evening we went to Octoberfest in Torrance with two other couples. It was pretty fun but expensive and aside from a polka band there wasn't much else to enjoy. Beers were $7 but 33 oz. each. That's about two and three quarters beer if you're counting. I could only finish a little over half so I guess that was pretty good. Our dinners were about $8 a piece and you got your choice of german sausages, sauerkraut, a piece of rye bread and either potato salad, german fried potatoes or french fries. The food wasn't half bad but the lines were amazingly long and slow.

    When the six of us finally got seated I couldn't hear much of what anyone else was saying because of the band and because of the way we were seated. We did have a nice, rousing rendition of the Chicken Song, though.

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    Today is a lazy day. T. made pancakes and we both slept in leisurely. I think I might do some ironing and pick up a few things in the living room. I need to play with Illustrator some, too. *yawn*

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