opposite of thrillz
Monday, Mar. 15, 2004 - 6:57 p.m.
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On Friday the husband and I went to see a movie - what a piece of dog shit! The story didn�t look overly interesting but we went to see it anyway due to the fact that we both like Johnny Depp and John Turturro (and I�ve liked Maria Bello since she was on ER). HOWEVER, had we known BEFORE the opening credits started that this story was based on a novella by Stephen King we could have avoided wasting $10 and a couple of hours. The mere mention of his name made if obvious that supernatural and/or mental issues would play a vital role in the story so that ruined ANY potential for �surprises� in the film. I admit that the movie WAS fairly good for the first 2/3 but then, just like Mystic River, it crapped out � as if they had run out of time, money, and ideas. It was just slapped together making the last 20-30 minutes hilariously chaotic and stupid. Booooo! Hsssssss! TWO THUMBS DOWN!! And now the stuff I actually wanted to write about today� On Friday the husband and I saw a really shitty movie but during the advertisement part of the previews they showed a commercial for Carnival Thrillz (formerly Bananaz, formerly Grand Slam). They advertised things like an indoor Tilt-A-Whirl, climbing wall, and a bungee trampoline. They also advertised having things like cotton candy and mini doughnuts so if all else failed I could at least have that � WRONG! And, before I forget to warn you, don�t EVER do a Google Image Search for the words �mini doughnuts�- the second AND third images that come up are both from this disturbing website. So after an entire weekend of pumping ourselves up for the fun we were gonna have at this Carnival Thrillz place we were SEVERELY disappointed. It looked like an abandoned warehouse acting as a graveyard for broken games and machines. We walked one loop through the building just to see if maybe there was something we were missing but there wasn�t. There wasn�t any food to be had either � save for some really old and greasy looking slices of pizza under a heat lamp. Total time spent inside Carnival Thrillz? Two minutes�two minutes too long my friend, two minutes too long. So we left and decided that since we were parked near a local art gallery thingy that we would walk over and check it out � great way to kill another 5 minutes. Around the corner from there was a chocolate store so again, we decided to check it out just because we were there. Justin ended up getting a bag of little chocolate bunnies and I picked out a handful of assorted individual pieces from the display case � another 10 minutes killed. On the way to the car the husband informs me that he�s hungry because he had specifically NOT eaten before heading to Carnival Thrillz to avoid getting sick on rides or trampolines. So we start to drive and I list off multiple food options. We end up at Maya Mexican Restaurant which was fine by me because it�s ALWAYS good � one of my favorite restaurants in all of Duluth. Who knew that having REAL Mexican food in a REAL Mexican restaurant and not some pseudo-Mexican shit hole like Little Angie�s, Chi-Chi�s, or Hacienda del Sol would be my favorite? I had no idea how much I liked it � boy was I missing out! Anywhoozle, I had already eaten so I was just going to have dessert while the husband had some huge platter of something smothered in cheeses and sauces. I ordered fried ice cream because I like it and, due to the diet I�ve been on since Thanksgiving, I haven�t had ice cream in MONTHS so I thought I�d treat myself. Well, Maya Mexican disappointed me for the first time ever � it was a ball of vanilla ice cream covered in CORN FLAKES. That�s right, CORN FLAKES as in the stuff from Kellogg's. WHAT THE FUCK?!? What a waste of a �treat day� huh? On the plus side though my husband DID get a hair cut (from a very cutesy Abercrombie poster-looking stylist boy) and I LOVE when my husband gets his hair cut � mmmmmmmm, haircut! Mmmmmmm HUSBAND! :-) Even if our day didn�t turn out as we had hoped and planned at least we got to spend it together and I can�t think of anything better than that... |