Finally went and got one again last night, after not having one for years and years. And what do you know, I was still in the system... with my address listed as Quailwood in Charlotte. I lived there in 1999 for Pete's sake... practically 9 years ago. Anyhow, I am the proud owner of yet another laminated card for my wallet. Rented Deliverance, b/c believe it or not, in his 33 years on the planet, my friend Keith had never seen this disturbing classic. Is the chubby guy who gets ass-raped in the woods the same actor who plays the cowardly lion? I'm not sure. And good old Burt Reynolds, shrieking with agony on that last run down the rapids, laying in the bottom of the canoe with torn flesh and gut-looking muscle hanging out his thigh. What a great movie.
After Blockbuster I stopped home, put on a hoody & my favorite ever pair of sweatpants... the ones Ria gave me from NYC, which I think she scored for $6 or something. Straight leg, white, insanely soft, wide waistband so in addition to being ultra comfy, they look surprisingly chic-- you can't say the same about all sweatpants, that's for sure. I was all stoked upon my arrival to Ducktown last night, "I come bearing Deliverance..." and then the dvd sat on the island in the kitchen while we stood around shooting the shit and watching live Phish on youtube, which was fun for about the first hour and a half. Apparently, Keith would have been just as happy to continue doing so for the remainder of the evening, while I'm all geeked about watching the movie. It reminded me of the time Ria brought Napoleon Dynamite to my place before I'd seen it, and she was all excited for me to see it, and I had no desire whatsoever to watch it. So finally, it's determined he'll watch the movie, if I want to. Come on! It's not like I brought over The freaking Notebook or something-- it's Deliverance-- OY!
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