Speaking of TV: I'm rather torqued about the whole Alias thing. I know that the signs are pretty damn obvious that MV isn't DEAD, but geez. Talk about jumping the shark (again) - I may tape the episodes, especially since Amy Acker is supposed to guest in a couple episodes. And that new chick? I hate her already - NO ONE upstages Marshall!
Since Alias is seriously sucking, this makes my new favorite show Grey's Anatomy. Not only is Patrick Dempsey totally hot, although I really have a crush on George, but it always comes up with the line of the week - last week: "I am an investigative sponge." this week: "It's them and their little boy ... penises." (Honorable mention is today's subject line.) However, I do need to force April to watch this show at the same time I do, since we both watch it anyway.
Speaking of little boy penises, my favorite Neil Patrick Harris Lookalike and I went to see The Constant Gardner on Saturday. Excellent, excellent flick - and all the more powerful when you know the story is much more truth than fiction. After the movie, neither of us were ready to go home, so we traipsed off to a local bar, and do what Pat and I do best - have long conversations that run the gamut from the change from "community" to "attention grabbing" culture on the internet, through the proportionality factor of penises, to the confidence factor in dating, to how bizetsy is ROCKIN HAWT, moving through the financial naievity of our generation, to why middle america loves sports. Plus, let's not forget that poker is the new golf. I have got to take advantage of his current state of having loads of free time before he goes all corporate lawyer on me.
On the topic of poker, I went to the casino on Friday, and I probably would have been better off staying home and playing online with Chris Noth. It was a perfect cap to a pretty crappy day, I must say. The boys were being incredibly annoying, and I was not playing my A-game, plus getting a couple of beats, and I was just all-around not having a good time. I should have booked when I got slightly up for the night thanks to a big PLO pot, but I R DUM. I may need to start taking my own advice and playing either lower levels, or taking a break to donk it up at $3/$6 for a while, or perhaps a break for a little wouldn't be all bad. Most likely, I'll go wrangle my friend Adam, and have him keep me company at the $50min/$200max NL lemur-fest if I do go this weekend. Or perhaps I'll just become a poker psychologist and be done with it.
The good thing about the boats? I a) had the cutest shoes in the whole place, to the point where when I was taking a nature break and used the shortcut that goes by the on-break dealers, they yelled up the stairs at me to let me know they adored the shoes and b) I actually woke up and noticed that a not-unattractive guy was totally chatting me up and hitting on me. Of course, I didn't realize this until about 10 minutes in, but still, at least I'm only semi-oblivious.
And lastly, I'm really liking the new INXS song, "Pretty Vegas" - reminds me of the old-school INXS songs. Also, well, Vegas.
So now, I shall attempt this "work" thing.