Hmmm.
So, yesterday, I went to the gym, since it was another scorching mid-90's day here.
Today will hit 100, and I will be outside all day long. B-Squared is in town. Not to be confused with Double B.
B-Squared:
Double B:
I hung around the house, played some guitar, tinkered with my own cucumber-lemonade recipe, read some William Burroughs and half-watched
Anchorman.
(New favorite part: When Ron is staggering down the street after the "Fuck you, San Diego" debacle, saying how hot it is, whilst swigging milk from the carton, and he says, "MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE.")
After a couple cucumber-lemonade concoctions, I got on my bike and rode.
(By the way, Mr. Monk, L.W., I am completely secure in my beverage sexuality. And if loving cucumber-lemonade is wrong, then I don't wanna be right.
Recipie: Juice two whole lemons into a large glass, add two spoons of sugar, stir to dissolve sugar, add four cucumber slices, crush cucumber slices in the glass, add your choice of vodka and Calistoga Sparkling water- I used lime flavor- and pour over crushed ice. Garnish with another cucumber slice. It is equally good without vodka, which you can't really taste anyway.
Don't ask questions. Just try it.)
I took a leisurely route on my oh-so-sweet ride.
I stopped by the skate park and watched some kids tear it up. Bozeman has a pretty cool skate park, actually. It made me want to get a deck and try it out.
Then I rode over near campus.
I saw two kids on unicycles.
One of them was hopping down a flight of steps sideways.
That's hardcore.
I grabbed dinner at I-Ho's Korean Grill.
If you're from Bozeman and haven't eaten there, you should check it out. Damned tasty. It is right behind the campus movie theater.
Then I locked up my mean machine and went into the theater and watched
Miami Vice.
As Neo would say, "Whoa. That was in-
tense."
I was expecting a thick layer of cheese, wrapped up in a bunch of 80's jokes... but no.
(Of course, there was cheese, but it wasn't too thick.)
It was an intense, brutal, violent flick, with a killer soundtrack. There were a few Audioslave tunes (or they were solo, acoustic Chris Cornell... I don't know) that were outstanding.
The movie reminded me a lot of
Collateral, which makes sense, because the same guy directed both movies.
Anyway, I went in looking for two hours of air-conditioned diversion and found I actually liked the movie. Be prepared for some serious violence.
Two other comments: I saw the full trailer for
Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, and I was laughing out loud. I am going to see that one. MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE.
I also saw a trailer for
The Black Dahlia, which is based on the book of the same name, by James Ellroy. I have read all of Ellroy's books, and he is one sick, twisted puppy. The Black Dahlia was my favorite of his books, and perhaps his most twisted. (He also wrote L.A. Confidential.) Anyway, I will probably see that one, too, because I am such a big fan of the author.
I am outta here.
Spending the day in Paradise Valley with B-Squared, hiking, fishing, floating, eating at Chico, not necessarily in that order.
I leave you with a land shark.
