The Good, The Bad and the Mundane

We have decided that our ultimate ideal of manhood is Clint Eastwood. Call us old-fashioned, but we are very comfortable with this. You can have your Steve McQueen, Steven Tyler, Bernie Mac, etc. Last night we watched the special extended version of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. We aren't sure how things ended up for Tuco, but Angel Eyes got what he deserved. Clint was squinty, chomping on his cigar, and mowing fools down. We were impressed. We also realize that this blog is little more than tiny capsule reviews of the films we are renting. We promise to get a life.

Oh, on Saturday night, we went to a v. fun birthday party. The theme was lumberjack or whore....which one are ya? We were a mix. A little American Gigolo and some waders. And our new folk-scene friendly beard, which completed the costume. Jim Beam was consumed. Champagne was consumed. We came home and passed out at about 2:30 AM. Party style! For days! Actually, we did pretty good. We were conversational, we avoided Johnny Love's party, we did not have our photo taken by Cobra Snake, and we were tidy. We helped Hopper look for Monkee on Sunday, put up fliers seeking said feline, had some Huevos Rancheros, a Bloody Mary, a nice little nap and the before mentioned Leone. Then we did some drunk dialing, but we won't talk about that. No, no.




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