Sympathy For The Devil

Regardless of what other people say, my tendency to overreact and lose all perspective makes me a theatrically interesting person. So call up platonic friend Ryan to see the movie the Skelton Key. Have dinner at TGIFridays, where Ryan insisted on drawing all the attention to him self by being sick, began coughing so loudly that no one barely noticed me. Upon receiving the check demand that my dinner be reimbursed as I could hardly eat any of it for fear of germ transference and the fact that Ryan hates to sit in the smoking section and I didn’t once get to light up. Head to the Bijou Theater only to find that we must kill at least two hours before our movies starts. Demand that the greasy-haired boy behind the counter validate my parking as I will not be paying ten dollars to park in a space that had been previously sanctioned for the baseball game currently going on not five hundred yards to my right.

After the two hour wait and then sitting through another two hours of Ryan screaming every time some leaves rattled. Decided I had enough and went home to watch Stargate I had TIVO’ed.