So, my Easter Weekend was lovely. Friday I went over to Monkey Man's place for hockey day. He'd sent around an article a week or two ago about Youngblood and Lovey and I decided we should spend a few hours watching hockey movies. Apparently we're mostly (but not entirely) alone in thinking this is a fun thing.
First, though, I had a fabulous lunch with Charlotte, catching up and chatting. And then I headed out to Roosevelt Island for Hockey Day. Monkey Man's roommate demanded we all wear jerseys so I brought one that a college friend had given me. I'm not a hockey fan but I have a jersey, of course. While waiting for everyone to gather we caught the tail end of Love Actually. Because Monkey Man and his roomie are a bunch of girls. And Lovey loves the movie. There was some debate about the fabulousness of Colin Firth. Monkey Man and his roomie think it's ONLY the accent but we disagree. He's got some other sexiness going on too. But we did agree Alan Rickman's sexiness is almost totally the voice and accent.
So, we settled down for Youngblood. So very bad, but so amusing. Rob Lowe takes off his pants and that was excellent. He's so very, very pretty. And there is the "Wanna go, pretty boy?" line, the learning to fight montage, Keanu Reeves just being tragic and Patrick Swayze's very neon apartment. Plus some thing with dentures. And tea with Miss McGill. And such And the first of many appearances of the word "candyass" I'm hoping to use that frequently in the future. Brace yourselves.
After that I was somehow convince to wear hockey pads under my jersey and Lovey and I were both forced to make mouthguards for ourselves along with Monkey Man. You apparently boil them for 35 seconds or so and then pop them in your mouth, sucking out all the water and air to meld them to your teeth. So odd. And not the most comfortable thing in the world. And yet Monkey Man made us wear them most of the rest of the afternoon. Along with helmets. I don't know why we went along with this. Seemed "fun" at the time. But yeah, crazy Monkey Man would actually SCOLD US if he saw our mouth guards somewhere other than our mouths. VERY strange man.
We started Slapshot and that's about when Iolanthe showed up. Apparently she almost fled at the site of us in full gear. But stuck it out. Brave girl that she is. Though she totally wussed out and wouldn't make a mouth guard, candyass. Lovey is thinking of sending her the one she made. So she won't feel too left out and all.
Slapshot wasn't bad. Better than Youngblood. Though kind of the same movie in some respects. With identical themes of talented pretty boy hockey players who won't fight and who show their asses at some point in the movie. But, and I hope I don't ruin anything for you, Rob Lowe does learn to fight (with the help of a Montage!) and Michael Ontkean flat out refuses all the way to the end. Unless you count punching your own teammate which I don't.
Eventually we lost Lovey, gained another roommate (lost the first one during Youngblood) and settled in for Mystery, Alaska. Until Iolanthe decided she wanted to watch the good hockey movie rather than a bad one. And we switched to Miracle, which I've seen and really like. We did get to watch the Mike Myers cameo - billed as the best part of the movie. As bad as that was, I'm kind of okay with the choice to NOT watch that flick.
Now, Miracle is based on the 1980 US Olympic hockey team. It's a true story. With an outcome that was huge news. Yet Iolanthe kept insisting we not tell her the ending. Because she's a nutcase. In fact, she got cranky and informed us that in Turner & Hooch? The dog dies. How mean is she? What if I wanted to see that one day?!?! At least I got to lose the pads, mouth guard and helmet by then.
It was fun. Really. There was pizza and dill dip and veggies and everything.
Saturday night I headed out with Iolanthe again to see this a cappella group she stalks, the ExBoyfriends. She's invited me to their gigs before but I hadn't realized the extent of her obsession with them until this weekend. She goes to all their shows and loves them unconditionally. One of them is even an actual exboyfriend of hers. She thinks they're all super guys and musical geniuses. She's a groupie. And she's not alone. Luckily they (and their Swedish opening act) were very good. So I only found her mildly crazy instead of delusional or something. Maybe more than mildly crazy. She did hit me a LOT for mocking her groupiehood and for my comment that a cappella has a touch of the geeky about it. I like it. I have lots of friends who love it and who do it. And they're fabulous. But it's a smidge geeky. It's just the nature of the genre or performance style or whatever. C'mon. Y'all know it's true.
And then we crashed someone's 30th Birthday Party and chatted with various ExBoyfriends and their rabid fans. All of whom seem to have some connection to Binghamton University. It seemed a little cult-like. I don't know. Iolanthe was fun and I got to chat about Arrested Development with some folks and had a good time.
Sunday night I got all fetal on my couch with a killer headache. Not so much the good time. Ah well. My punishment for not making the weekend about the lord I guess.
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