This weekend I learned the impact that Strawberry Wine can have on a person. It is a wonderful start that leaves you playing on swing sets without a shirt at 4 in the morning. And because I don't learn my lesson I proceeded to go out to Distortion with Rob on wednesday and ended up singing with him. I remember it going well but my memory is patchy at best for the entirety of my performance. Two dudes drunkenly belting the lyrics to sad Tom Waits songs (Dirt in the Ground) is a great spectacle. Next time I'll know them better and not have to cue-card it.
And that leaves my particular void of activity tonight. Nearly broke and bored. What else can a guy do but pour up some scotch and watch some Samurai's go at it. I watched The French Connection and Sanjuro so far, the first which was interesting but kind of boring and the second which was wicked awesome. SANJURO!!! He's a bum samurai (or RONIN if you're partial) who goes around helping idiots and being a spectacular badass while at it. The ending message was a little blunt but the final fight was on par with the shootout in Good/Bad/Ugly. So wicked.
So I've got some time left before I can realistically go to bed so I might watch some of the Zatoichi, the blind samurai movies. You know, at this rate I'm going to be an expert on Samurai film before I even know it. That wouldn't be all bad.
