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Friday, June 12, 2009

the hangover

...the movie, not mine.
This film fits squarely in the Smut catagory and I would never ever admit to seeing it if it wasn't so hilariously, if grotesquely, funny. Per my directions for partaking in Smut, I followed my own advice and went alone. I had no intention of telling even Bliss that I was going to see it Wednesday night but gave myself away when he called afterwards, and I couldn't stop laughing. No, really, baby, Revolutionary Road is freaking hilarious. He didn't buy it. The fact that The Hangover, which is a cautionary tale about a bachelor party in Vegas gone very very wrong (or right, depending on one's degree of--made up word alert--dementedness), hit the spot might have had something to do with the fact that I see these man-children roving in blue-button-up-clad groups every single night I am out. They seem as indigenous to Sin City as dirt. What irks me most is that these man-children are utterly oblivious to their total lack of originality*. They think their predatory strut, their encounters with strippers named Cheyenne, and their tequila shot tally are all things they have come up with on their own. Not so! In the two years I have lived here I have personally driven to the ER four times after an old high school friend was found naked in one of the casinos' fountains and put on an IV drip due to (gasp) alcohol-induced dehydration. Four times I have brought these boys back to the house and allowed them to sleep it off on my couch. I've let them down easy when they awake 18 hours after their return flight has left. I've nursed them back to health with pancakes and Gatorade. I've called their fiances. I've called their mothers. As they struggle to recall WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS, I've nodded my head, shook my head and gasped in disbelief, letting them believe: You are the craziest, wildest, most "off the hook" (gagging here) guy who has ever come to party in Vegas! Damn. They should write you up in Frommers.

*In the name of fairness, I must say that in NO WAY are the boa/crown/is-it-a-shirt or-a-skirt wearing bachelorette party girls less pandemic or tiresome.

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