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This post powered by “Press it” quick-posting. Because, before, I didn’t post enough.

The Good:

Boy damn did I need that extra hour of sleep. Actually, only the extra 20 minutes. But now I don’t have to scramble around in a frantic search to shower, get dressed, and get to work.

The Bad:

The muscle pull declined to heal itself overnight. Fucker.

The Ugly:

Not so ugly now that I know there’s no football game today. Ross is on vacation, and he won’t be back until the Monday after next Sunday. Long story short, I’ve got P. and F. as late and closing drivers tonight. Thank god there’s no game because it could have gotten hairy — F. knows the area but is a relatively slow driver. P. is still new and both doesn’t know the area and is a slow driver. This would be a problem because Zebulon has not yet reached the stage of being an accomplished router so I was having nightmares of coming in and finding thirty hour-old deliveries waiting to be taken. Eeeeep!

Okay, so describing this is a “crick in my neck” is probably incorrect. Really, the pain stretches from the rear left of my neck down my back to roughly the armpit. Turning my head to the left hurts. Standing up or moving around hurts. Laughing really hurts. I’m hoping it’ll be cleared up when I wake up later this morning because I don’t want to ache all day tomorrow.

So, despite the pain, I decided to keep my plans to see the midnight showing of “Army of Darkness” at the Charles Theater. For those of you interested, future midnight shows include “Napolean Dynamite” (no thanks) and “Bubba Ho-Tep.” Anyone interested in going to see “Bubba Ho-Tep” with me, drop me an e-mail (I’m going to go see it despite the fact that the DVD is in the other room).

Unlike the April 20th Baltimore Blogger Happy Hour where I got super lost getting to the Club Charles, I found it quite easily this time around by taking advantage of my “Remington” rule, which is “When going anywhere in Baltimore, go through Remington.” So I took the 28th street exit, drove straight until I passed Charles, hooked the next right, then drove to Lavale, hooked two rights, and pulled into the garage across from the Charles Theater. $2 parking and I did a sweeeeet (if crooked) reverse parking job between two big cars in a very narrow space. I was trying to call Side of Gravy to find out if he and his Better Half had arrived at the bar when I saw a parking job that put mine to shame — he parked right out front. Bastard.

Surprises inside both Club Charles and the Charles Theater. ACW dragged his whole family to see the movie: ACWF, MokieJovis, and Mail Order Bride. Jason arrived about ten minutes after I did, and once we moved over to the Charles Theater, we bumped briefly into Extra Heavy Marcellus (who promised to show at Molly’s for November’s gathering).

I was hoping to do links to other blogs and posts where neccessary but I’m really enjoying the thought of jumping into bed so I’m going to pass on all that detail shit amd finish this post real quick. There’s a blogroll and a search function - knock yourself out.

There was a very inconsiderate woman in front of me in the theater. She was perfectly quiet until the movie started, then began talking in a normal voice to her boyfriend, and asking people around her for a cell phone. She then called someone and had a conversation. She made out with her boyfriend. Seriously, sit in the fucking back of the theater. Finally, about ten minutes into the film, she moved, saddly, by that point, I’d already moved which just caused a huge pain in the ass for all involved because I think I wound up blocking ACWF’s viewing angle, and she’d already moved. Sorry, ACWF.

After the film, I gave Jason a ride back to Federal Hill. On my way to 83 (I got moderately lost, dude, no fault of yours and I got myself fixed up right away), some drunk shit in a gay ass costume with silver paint all over his face stumbled out across Cross St. and I stopped to avoid hitting him. He said thank you by giving my car a lap dance and grinding his fat ass into my rental’s hood. Thanks shitbird. If I could do the night over again, I’d shift into reverse and let him crack his head on the pavement.

I think that’s all I’ve got. Bed for me.