Life Changes

So, life got pretty interesting this weekend.

Starting Thursday, Jonas and I went to go see Scott Pilgrim, which was a good movie and fair representation of all 6 of Bryan Lee O'Malley's graphic novels, starring the titular Scott Pilgrim. Upon leaving, a frumpy female studio exec came up to us, and asked us what we were doing Friday, and if we'd like to be paid to sit and watching previews.

Matt: "Absolutely, but I can't because I'm going to a rock show."

Jonas: "Uh, I'm a member of SAG."

Exec: "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. We're just trying to avoid bitter people from the West coast."

for whatever reason, Jonas couldn't go either.

Exec: "Okay, what are you guys doing Saturday? You wanna come to a free show?"

Matt + Jonas: "SURE!"

Exec: "Have you seen these movies? The movie we're screening is going to be a big fall release, and is comparable to these."

On the list was movies like: Inception, the A-Team, Sorcerers Apprentice.

Flash forward to Saturday, that movie? Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1. It was good. Sufficiently dark, and very reminiscent of Empire Strikes Back, in overall tone ... that being that the good guys may not get out of this (which of course you know they do, if you read the books ... but you weren't so sure in Empire).

That takes care of Thursday.

Friday, B-rad and I went to the Testament/Megadeth/Slayer show. I can summarize (which I did to Van Vossen) thusly:

I was expecting more out of Testament. The singer tried hard to be cookie monster, and it just got old after a while. I did think, out of all three bands, they had the most elaborate stage set-up, but I think that was primarily because they were filming a DVD.

Megadeth was AWESOME. You can vilify Dave Mustaine as much as you want, but you're retarded if you can't see that that guy can shred. He played Rust in Peace in it's entirety, then came out with this big 12 string axe and chugged through Trust. He followed that up with Symphony of Destruction, Head Crusher, and Peace Sells Who's Buying? At this point, he started talking, claiming that no one probably wanted to hear him talk earlier so he just played ... at which point the crowd cheered. Dave was very thankful to the crowd, a consummate showman, and took his bows. This sealed the deal for me in buying a $35 dollar t-shirt.

Except they were sold out of every size starting at L and up ... because I think the median weight of the metal heads at the show was about 250lbs.

Finally Slayer took the stage ... and this is coming from a Slayer fan ... I don't think I need to see Slayer again. For the following reasons:

1. Kerry King ... I get it. You like to cause controversy, so you lambaste other bands in your scene. You have a lot of tattoos, and are bald.

2. Slayer ... you don't like religion, and sing about hell and shit. Got it.

3. You use a sonic wall of amplification.

4. Your fans pit was good, but still hasn't equalled the undulating mass of humanity that was Hatebreed's that I saw at Krazyfest. Who knows, maybe our Kentucky brethren are just more into moshing.

5. You guys are getting old, but 45-ish minutes? Come on.

6. It was AWESOME to hear Dead Skin Mask though.

This brings us to Saturday, which, as I said, involved Harry Potter ... oh shit, I almost forgot! Warner Bros was totally Nazi about us seeing the movie. We were searched, our phones confiscated, the whole 9 yards. Amber was worried that we were going to get into trouble because we were sneaking food in. I patiently told her that that was the least of their concerns ... as I was getting frustrated with the whole ordeal of getting in, as I told the studio nerd that this better not be some bullshit Nanny MacPhee movie going through all this mess.

Anyways, Saturday also involved roller derby, which I can honestly say ... is pretty boring. It's not so much that it's boring, it's just that I didn't think it was worth the $16 that Amber paid for me to get in (student discount, natch). Not only that, I think it would have been made better if I had some of my alcoholic sports loving friends there (read: Clay or Chip), because I don't think the Church folk are ready for the full on sports fanatical fury that beer can bring on, so, I just had 2 cups, and a bag of hot Cheetohs. Not only that, I think I was spoiled by Whip It, as actual roller derby isn't really like it was in the movie, and is kind of difficult to follow.

Sunday was a D&D campaigning, which I think will now require the unspoken rule that only one bottle of wine may be consumed, not 3 (and after those moving onto wine juice boxes). You don't want to be that roleplayer who has to roll against being drunk checks like our Dungeon Master (Sean).

Matt: "Oh, awesome! Critical hit! Holy shit! I rolled maximum damage ... 36 points with my great axe!"

Sean: "Okay, you esploded the lizard."

Matt: "I whatted the lizard, Sean?"

Sean: "Oh, ha! Exploded!"

He then spilled the open bottle of wine all over the table. Needless to say, out of 6 hours of adventuring, I think only 4 were spent playing.

Monday, I tricked Amber into thinking that I was going to Plainfield to pick up the Predator (which I did, and it looks awesome, thank you), when really I was going to tell families that I was going to ask her to marry me the next day. Barb and Vern were actually surprised that dudes still ask that, and I was like, every guy that I know has.

Tuesday, was then the life changing day, which was pretty much chronicled on FB. Basically, I made it like a scavenger hunt through our condo, in which she had to answer questions about our relationship in order to advance and find the next clue. She only had to answer two penalty questions, which I thought was pretty good. Afterwards, we went to the Greek Islands for octopus and gyros. Top notch.