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July 17, 2006
Dear Diary:
On Saturday night Jen P., Pam, Thom, Ted S., Leah and I went to the Make-Out Room to see the latest incarnation of Mortified. It's an occasional series of live readings -- people in their 20s and 30s get on stage and read from their teenage journals. Much hilarity ensues! Saturday's entries recounted experiments with sex, drugs, love, religion, new wave music, hacky sacks and poetry -- lots of poetry. There was even a Bad Teen Poetry Slam, with verses so pretentious, so heartfelt, and so bad, that they were very, very good.
Yesterday Ted convened much of the same group for a "good beer/bad movie" night. As it turns out, no amount of pitchers at Zeitgeist could have prepared us for the wholly unamusing "Nacho Libre." Consider yourself warned! Would not even be a good idea for a rental. Maybe if there was a nuclear war and only one movie survived. Maybe.
Posted by emily at July 17, 2006 12:03 PM
Comments
Could have been worse.
You could have seen Superman.
I want my 14 bucks back.
Superman blows.
Posted by: Noah at July 18, 2006 10:06 AM
Xanadu is coming back to a big screen? I have to go. Who's coming with me? Seriously.
Posted by: Naomi at July 18, 2006 9:45 PM
I forget how I know you guys, but you have all kinds of cool stuff on your blog. I would love to go to the Bad Teen Poetry Slam and read the insanely bad ode to smoking pot that one of my coworkers at Ritz Camera wrote down in my journal in 2001. Keep up the good work.
Posted by: Hip E. at August 1, 2006 3:40 PM