Out drinking, blackout, Superbad, lost phone

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So actually I haven't been at home much this weekend, and when I have been it was generally sleeping off the previous night. Thursday I went out for drinks at Bar Wellington, and then at Shanghai Cowgirl where I chatted with some Book City employees, including the former owner of Bakka books! That was pretty cool.

Friday night I went out with Pops for our 9-ball and Chinese food combo. The twist on the evening was the power outage on the block between Bathurst and Claremont, above Queen Street and south of Dundas. I was in a Second Cup ordering a coffee and a multi-grain bar when everything shut down, leaving us in the dark. It was much like that blackout of 2003, with the inoperative traffic lights and people on the sidewalk, just standing and taking in all the darkness. In time the power returned, but for a good while the sense of night pervaded. I had meant to not drink at all but.. well, you know how it is. And thus I spent Saturday day in bed, cursing the brightness of the day. I got a call around 6 (a few hours after getting up) and got a ride to see Superbad, which I will say ROCKED. No wait, I mean, it was AWESOME. Hmmm.. perhaps BEST MOVIE OF 2007!!! Comedy gold, dudes, comedy gold. Sure, prurient, juvenile; I was entertained from beginning to end. Michael Cera was genius of course, but Jonah Hill and Christopher Mintz-Plasse were also excellent. It's so good I would consider seeing it again in the theatre.

After the movie, I got dropped off at Hemingway's to meet some friends and acquaintances. I was challenged to build a wax finger and I think I did well. Lastly, I got into a cab to catch a few dances at The Chelsea Room, the cab wherein I believe I lost my cellphone. Oh, I called around and even left a report with the police but I'm starting to think it's gone forever. Maybe I'll engrave my name and number on my next phone.

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