“I’m still waiting for that brother who makes me that damn weak.”
I think I might have a huge crush on Keri Hilson right now. The woman is gorgeous. At the Taste concert yesterday, she just totally rocked the show. She wore these black and blue pants that I’m pretty sure I could never pull off in real life, and her in-between comments weren’t cheesy or rude, but friendly and charming. And her dancing is siiiick.
For the concert, we managed to get standing room right near up to the fence that separated the reserved seating from the open lawns for Keri’s set, so that was a blast. But while waiting for Ne-Yo to come on, though, my friends and I tried to see if they were still letting people in the seating area. We couldn’t find a way in, so we ended up losing our spots on the lawn. I had to settle for standing way in the back by some lamp post to listen to Ne-Yo. I couldn’t even see him on stage like I was able to see Keri, I had to watch him on the big screen. But he was pretty good too. His set lasted a lot longer, and he went off and sang all his slow, depressing songs in one long medley at one point, when all we wanted was to hear “Miss Independent.” But I enjoyed it overall.
As for the Taste itself, it was exactly how I thought it would be. I had fried cheese ravioli, which tasted warm and delicious considering the weather was cold and rainy. I’m going again Friday, and the forecast says it should be sunny and warm, so that should be much more exciting.
I seriously friggin’ love the city. Every time I go there, it just makes me more jealous that I’m stuck out in the suburbs. While on the L, we managed to get into the front car and I found out you can actually see through the window and watch as the train zips through the tunnels. It was pretty badass.
So I just came back from work — a 6 hour shift that ended up extending all the way to 2:45 in the morning thanks to Public Enemies. I had to (OK, more like offered to) preview one of the prints to make sure it was ready for tomorrow’s opening. And boy, am I ever glad I did! Not only did I just get paid for watching a movie, I got paid for basically watching two of the sexiest men ever play a game of cat and mouse onscreen. Johnny Depp was absolutely marvelous in this movie; seriously, I can’t recall seeing him any better. In all honesty, I stopped liking Johnny Depp after all the Pirates of the Caribbean hoopla, but damn the man is a good actor. As for Christian Bale, the guy honestly just manages to tug at my heartstrings no matter what role he plays. I don’t know how.
Oh, and Channing Tatum makes a random cameo in the beginning. I never liked him much, but I thought it was random. And apparently he gets major billing in the film, even though his appearance was quite short.
I just hope that I don’t end up regretting having to stay up late tonight, because tomorrow I’m going to the Taste of Chicago. For the very first time ever. Yes, that’s right. I’ve lived in the Chicago area for pretty much all my life, and I have yet to ever attend the annual summer festival. I used to be ashamed of this, but when I realized that there were actually other people like me out there, who’ve never gone, I felt much better. I’m super excited because Ne-Yo and Keri Hilson are due to perform in a free concert at the Taste. Hopefully it’ll be fun.
So I had a lot that I wanted to write about. Which I will probably get to eventually. There’s so much going on in sports that I’ve been wanting to give my .02 on, and I had a crazy day today in which I hung out with three different groups of people and spent only $3. But that will have to be for later.
Because right now, all I can think about is the fact that one of the greatest to ever walk this earth is now dead.
I “found out” when people’s Facebook statuses started popping up. And I knew things were serious when all of a sudden the radio stations were playing his music nonstop. When I came home from my social excursions, my dad was reminiscing of when Michael first came out back in the 70s. I started remembering my own childhood, growing up thinking that the music video for “Thriller” was some kind of horror film or that learning how to moonwalk meant you were cool.
I haven’t been this sad about a celebrity’s death since Heath Ledger. And despite all the allegations, all the cosmetic punch lines, I knew that deep down, he was just a human being like the rest of us.
So Michael, this is for you. Thank you for rocking this world.
So I got into quite the heavy argument with my dad last night. It started when I went into the kitchen to tell him that we were going to leave for Transformers 2 midnight show at around 9. He had hesitated, then proceeded to tell me that he would be dropping us off instead of me driving, because he was worried about my 12-year-old brother being out so late. At which point, I just blew up.
Transformers 2 was…okay, I suppose. I really didn’t have any expectations for it, and I knew it was going to be long as hell, so I guess I liked it. The action scenes were unbelievably amazing. Seriously, you could take out all the parts with Shia and Megan Fox and the rest of the humans and it wouldn’t make a difference. Optimus Prime was just so freaking badass. But the rest of the movie? Ugh. The writing was horrible, and every other bit of dialogue kept making me cringe. The jokes were funny at first, but they were just so much more crude and outrageous that you just knew they threw it in there for kicks. The scene where Sam’s mom got high was so stupid. I hated the whole bit. Actually, I just hated the parents in general. I loved them in the first movie, but they trashed the mom in this sequel. I would say more, but I can’t believe I’ve wasted these many words on reviewing this movie already.