On Friday night, we (Peter, Mark, Anna, Bree and I) went out to town and headed to Coast right away, figuring if we had to pay their silly $10 cover we might as well get in early and enjoy a whole night of hanging with the beautiful people. It completely failed to get busy. Peter convinced us to drink a bit of cognac, but we hated it, I think Mark especially disliked it having paid $60 for the privilege. The girls left and we decided that since only 5 people had shown the slightest interest in the dance floor we’d go else where. We liked Lenin, crammed dance floor and good drinks. I think we had 4 mohitos each (the vanilla vodka ones were the best), good times. Then taxied home where Mark quickly dropped onto the couch asleep (he’d had much more than us to drink so that was allowed). Peter got into a cheap suit he bought for playing paintball, and I borrowed a business shirt, and that’s where the night really started.
Archive for November, 2004
Garden State came to me via a friend living in California who said it was the best film ever and her friend had driven 3 hours to see it because at that stage it was only showing in two towns in the world (LA and NYC if I remember rightly). Now it is a major success and everyone has heard about it. Due in no small part to the Garden State Blog that director and star Zach Braff keeps going. Yes he’s JD from Scrubs, but with this film he is also an accomplished director. I haven’t actually seen the film yet because it isn’t officially released here in New Zealand until tomorrow. There were some advance screenings but things transpired against me. Expect a full review when I can organise the Common People™ for a screening.