Girls' Night Out or The College Experience Continues

After such an eventful New Years, the week went by quietly. Almost as though it were ashamed to be present and necessary to life. WORK.

Saturday was a pretty interesting day. It was my and Amy's last day having to deal with the TAMB/ED2 Rep, we had 2 sold out shows to prepare for (and then 2 the next day), and everyone decided to be a shithead.

Luckily, as I was debating about what movie I should go see while waiting for Andrew to be done, and which I could see alone, MelHmel texted a bunch of us to see if we wanted to hang out. Mine was a resounding YES!!! After much debate, we decided to see Atonement. Alie also called to see what's up, and also got really excited about that movie. Apparently we were in the same boat about it: Boyfriends do not want to see that movie. At least not ours. In the end it was 4 of us: MelHmel, Alie, Meghan, and me.

We met in downtown Silver Spring and braved the Saturday night crowd at the Majestic for our individual tickets. Meghan even got brutally cut [in line] by a woman with three small children. We all saw it happen, we all made faces, it was a bad moment.

Upstairs we divvied up: Alie and Meghan to concessions, Mel to the ladies', and me to save seats. The movie was going to start in 5 minutes. I went into the theatre and was kind of shocked to see how empty such a big theatre was. I even talked to Andrew on the phone while I waited. Then it began to nag at me that no one had joined me yet and it had been 6 minutes. I was in the wrong theatre. Across the hall from the right theatre. Brill. I came across the hall and found my friends searching for me on the staircase in the dark theatre. Previews. Damn! We had our laugh and found seats in the last row.

Atonement was an amazing movie. It was very quiet, so we heard most of One Missed Call as well, but it didn't distract. The movie was a series of gorgeous pictures and heart-wrenching scenes. Heart-pounding, too - see: sex in the stacks. And the chain of tiny, small, innocent events that leads to such gut-turning drama... wow. The score was also amazing, the use of type-writer sounds to illustate what all of the action hinges on: words. Gasp after gasp it was a fantastic movie. Probably the best I've seen all year (I mean last year included). I want it to win so much.

The only flaw was the discredit done to Kiera Knightly's character, Cee. I don't like Kiera per se, but she definitely deserved more time on the screen since it was a story ABOUT HER too, and she never got a chance to change. Andrew had warned me about a 5.5 minute tracking shot that the critics found distracting. It was gorgeous. I had scoffed and thought no one can beat kenny branagh at tracking shots. I was so wrong. The only problem with that is that the director saw THAT as the accomplishment, the time, not the art. We know this because he boasts that his next film will feature a 7 minute shot.

Oh, James McAvoy, how amazing you are. Just think, two years ago I fell in love with your Tumnus, and subsequently you earned my respect for your Macbeth (Shakespeare Retold). You're amazing. Just saying. If you google yourself and find this, find me. Haha.

Then off we went to McGinty's for some good-ol' fashioned Girls' Night Out Drinking... and inviting of boys. 3 rum and cokes, 1 Kamikaze, 1 Red Head Slut, some Irish Boxtys, Chicken Quesadillas, and 3 hours later. We were smashed. How do I know this? We were immature. Mel was spitting ice cubes, I was spitting water through my straw, Alie was making inappropriate plays on words, and the boys were loud. We were smashed. Or at least the girls were.

Andrew, Mel and I stopped at Alie and Matt's to try Guitar Hero on the Wii, which is not fun when drunk... or actually it is. We didn't get home until about 3am. Now THAT'S a Saturday night in your early 20s!

Meanwhile, in life-affecting changes: Metro raised their fares by about 50cents. Time to bust out the bike!