But! Advance tickets are $35 (and service charge-less if you get them somewhere in Fremont) AND I'll get to see all of the following on one day, while feeling like I missed nothing by not going Saturday or Monday:
SIFF fly films, Stuff White People Like live, some sort of Spencer Moody + poetry combo, "Flexion, a show that will stretch your perception of the human body", Best of Seattle Int'l Comedy Competition, SE Hinton, Eugene Mirman + mystery guest, Blood Squad, the Rockstar Energy Drink Vert Ramp (!), Patton Oswalt, MSTRKRFT, DJ Spooky, and/or The Helio Sequence.
And it's so well-scheduled that only the last 2 overlap. I can be doing something different and awesome, while drunk, all day, in the middle of a 3-day weekend. Yesssss.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008)
Cassandra's Dream (2008)
Melinda and Melinda (2004)
Hollywood Ending (2002)
The Concert for New York City (2001) (TV) (segment "Sounds from the Town I Love")
Sounds from a Town I Love (2001) (TV)
Sweet and Lowdown (1999)
Small Time Crooks (2000)>
Deconstructing Harry (1997)
Everyone Says I Love You (1996)
Mighty Aphrodite (1995)
Manhattan Murder Mystery (1993)
Husbands and Wives (1992)
Radio Days (1987)
Stardust Memories (1980)
Love and Death (1975) Sleeper (1973)
Men of Crisis: The Harvey Wallinger Story (1971) (TV)
Crossed off: too many to count right now. Not crossed off: ~14. Still not finished/released: 2. What's Up, Tiger Lily? (1966)
Was anybody else wondering?
In other news, tomorrow I'm leaving for Austin until the 23rd. I'll be doing SXSW stuff a lot of the time, but also groping my way around the city trying to decide if I want to live there.
Today after working on going to Spain all day at Allegro, I got off the 44 in Ballard and was on my way to Laura Bee (it's like Reload for Ballard) to order a purse. I didn't really feel like it, but sometimes you have to do things. I had paused to look at a GARAGE SALE sign on a townhouse door when Angie walked up to me, finished her cigarette, and was like "you have to come in! my friends are moving and they're selling everything! there are a lot of books!" It was like she knew me. Then she insisted on feeding me a Pabst while I poked around. I initially refused on the grounds that I had just put some melon mint gum in my mouth, but she found me later and was like, "Are you ready now??" I scored an Edgar "Allen" Poe book (it's really like that on the spine!) and a kids' book called Antics for $2, plus the PBR. When I asked the condo's owner why she was moving, she said, "I'm drunk!! [pause] and broke! I might as well be drunk and broke in Maui instead of drunk and broke here!" which I pretty much agree with. Then I chewed some more melon mint gum so I wouldn't have beer on my breath when I ordered a custom purse.
Faye just reminded me of that really great feeling: drunk and convinced you need to get more drunk. I'm never convinced I need to get more drunk while I'm sober; it's really particular to about 2 cocktails in. Does that mean not wanting to get trashed is an inhibition?
Sorry to my Safeway checker, who did a really good job with the annoying bag.