Afternoon, everyone. How’s about a regular post for once? Let’s go with some box office predictions, followed by a harrowing tale.
BOX OFFICE PREDICTIONS!
- Harry Potter and the Well of Mystery
- G-Force
- Bruno
- Transformers 2: Mr. Magoo
- The Ugly Truth
Yes, with the unleashing of the government’s latest weapon of mass destruction (G-Force), I’m predicting that Ice Age will fall out of the top 5, or at least down to number five depending on how many people decide to waste their money on the new romantic comedy “The Ugly Truth”. “(500) Days of Summer” and “The Hurt Locker” remain in limited release, so naturally they won’t factor into the equation. So, all in all, you have HP and Bruno rounding out the probably-semi-decent movies, and three sure-failures, with “G-Force” releasing as the greatest insult to film since… well I guess only since “Transformers 2”, but still. EVERYBODY LOVES TALKING GUINEA PIGS!!!!!!!
Remember when "G Force" were the Guardians of Space?
Last Sunday I had the terrible misfortune of choosing to attend a Chicagoland “Wedding Expo” that was held at the Doubletree Hotel up in Oakbrook. I’ve been to expos before, and I know how they work. No matter how much interest you have in the type of expo, they will all inevitably be terrible times for a couple reasons. Even when I went to E3 (and, you know, I really like video games), it was ultimately ruined by: millions of people shouting loudly in your ear and stealing precious oxygen from your breathing room, idiotic and apathetic booth reps that cannot answer your questions but corner you and demand you ask them anyway, and the general lack of understanding on the part of both the companies and the establishment that the people who are attending are indeed people (however loud and obnoxious they may be), and should be accommodated for as such. This wedding expo was no different, except for that they decided to hold the entire thing in a couple hallways of a hotel which forced the thousands of unwed to crawl over each other as they attempted to survive.
I mean, like, you know those attractions at museums that pretty much just force you to walk as a group of people in a line along a path while some guy on a speaker educates you on the history of earthworms or the future of electronics or something? It was like that, but with the essence of chaos filling in for the guy on the speaker.
The brides-to-be were all forced to adorn stickers that read, "V.I.B". No effort was spared to completely demean and demoralize all in attendance.
Really, though, it’s not even that simple. Pretty much every one of the thousands of brides-to-be (and to be fair, the half dozen guys who decided to get roped in to going) were attending because they had absolutely no idea what a wedding was and figured that this was the place to be to find out. Also, they were attending to take part in the giant raffle to win a free trip to somewhere. It is very, very sad how wrong they all were for thinking that this was the place to be for either of those things. When you walk in, you’re given a card with the names of the 100 or so booths on the back, and a spot next to each name for the booth attendant to sign. You see, in order to enter into the raffle, you have to get 80% of the booth attendants’ signatures. This means that even though you don’t want to talk to some douchebag about how awesome a DJ he is, you have to otherwise he won’t sign your card.
This is a very real photograph of the DJ in the middle of his speech. Obviously I had to use my camera to prove that I had indeed endured this.
Sam and I wasted about an hour with this bullshit until we just walked the fuck out, disposing of the card and most of the pamphlets we were handed in the nearest receptacle. Seriously guys: if you are ever in the position where you are getting married and think that you might be able to find some sort of vendors or information at one of these wedding expos, BE FOREWARNED! You will not, and you will also lose large portions of your soul in the process.
This is the lobby of the hotel at which I'm getting married, by the by. Drinks will be served here free of charge for a FULL HOUR.
Next week is my last week of school before I am A) out of school for a month, and B) going to be starting work again. Unfortunately this means that I won’t really have a break to get back into the full swing of blogging for you guys, nor will I have much of a break to catch up on movies. Maybe though, just maybe, my new job will be horrible enough for me to be able to share some exciting stories with you. Cross your fingers!