I'm a little slow today. I just switched to Sanka. So...have a heart?

Saturday, July 14, 2007

I had a large Diet Coke with some Taco Bell and now I'm writing at 2:00 a.m.

When did it happen to me that going home after a night at 10:00 p.m. became "what I wanted to do."

I miss the good old days (two years ago) when I was in a co-dependent addiction fueled relationship with someone who would drag me around all hours of the night to places sooo cool, I didn't care that as a result of the lack of air conditioning in the warehouse galleries and underground bars we were in, that my balls were glued to my leg.

Now? First sign of swamp-ass and I throw in the towel and beeline home.

I almost took home another cat tonight (not that I've taken to bringing cats home, but my new thing is wanting to, so much so that my secretary finds it "necessary and proper" to call me at all hours on the weekend offering me stray cats prowling around Hialeah.)

And now that I've admitted to you just how awkward and spinstery I am of late, I'm going to put the nail in the coffin.

What was I doing while other people my age were out boozin' it up still and blowing through bags of Colombian Marching Powder and having wild monkey sex?

I came home and watched CAMP from Netflix on my brand new super expensive super HORRIBLE home theater system.

And it was 1) Perhaps the GAYEST movie ever made; and 2) Really well done, and a fucking LOT of fun to watch. Incidentially, I realized that one of the main character's father sings barbershop quartet with my father (I think it's good that Dad has a hobby...) and I met little Joanna at my brother's graduation from Maryland this summer. So, you know, that was weird.

ANYSHIZZLE,

The premise is basically one of those "Teenagers dealing with real life teen issues and learning a lot of really great lessons about life, love, and themselves." If it wasn't peppered with some really smart really subtle dark jokes with an almost imperceptible-to-the-average-viewer constant current of black humor running through it, it would be schmaltz. But it's not, it's sweet and hilarious and redeemably twisted.

It's set in a Theater Camp that does numerous productions every summer, so the story is told or highlighted with performances from the Golden Age of Broadway during the late 60s to early 80s. So, you know, there's that "we're all misfits" thing going on... which I didn't love, but got over.

Butg you know what? Most of the songs are REALLY FUCKING GOOD. I'm not a gigantic fan of musicals - people singing about things makes me uncomfortable. And not gonna lie, there were some uncomfortable moments in this movie. But there were also some absolutely awesome numbers, like "It's Turkey Lurkey Time" from 1968's "Promises, Promises" (Okay, I had to research that, I had never heard the song or heard of that show, but whatever.) that were toe-tappingly fantastic and visually awesome...

Here's the Original Cast's Version of the Song from the 1968 Tonys which I am now going to have rattling around your head for some time to come...



In Camp, it's better - well, the "Supremes" flanking the cankled girl were really good...



Ugh, I know. How gay was that?! (I'm considering using the orange and black Marimekko pattern in the set background as a wall panel to hide my electric box) Ugh, I know, how gay was THAT?! Bring it, Andy. I'm ready.

(Here's where I bring this post back full circle...) But I really enjoyed the movie, because I got some of the references that certain jokes were based on. It's because in secret, I'm plowing through an increasingly voluminous number of movies, both new, old, and super old, and as a result thereof, after all the credits had run on the movie, and we see the buried feature, where a 12 year old girl opens a door onto a stage set like a library, and turns on a lightswitch, and is wearing feathered 60s hair and a black dress, and she says, "What a dump... What's that from, George? What. A. Dump." and the husband answers "I don't know, Martha," I knew that Camp was referencing Elizabeth Taylor as Martha, in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolfe, referencing the famous Bette Davis line from Beyond the Forest...

And really, when you think about it, when I'm 80 and immoble, will I rather look back on my days carousing and smoking and dancing until 11 a.m. the next day, or will I rather look back on these days, where I watch movies and Blog on a Saturday night...?

I think you know the answer to that.

Solitude. Definitely solitude.

3 Comments:

Blogger Rootietoot said...

Welcome to adulthood! I've been coming home at 10 since I was 20. (except for the nights I spent at SD', havng "long conversations". I still lived with my parents and where they are concerned, ignorance is bliss)

Get you a siamese.

5:42 AM

 
Blogger Jess said...

At least you went out! I went out for dinner/drinks on Friday and was home by midnight. Last night, we went to dinner for Carly's bday and I couldn't even rally to go out afterwards. I was asleep watching Rachael Ray episodes from this week by 11:30. How did we get so cool?

6:26 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jay, there is a reason we are BFF. CAMP is one of my fave all times movies. Loved it so much I bought the sound track, so I could hear the turkey lurkey song.

Its OK, come September, we are going to be fun chasers. We might not be 'popular' right now, but our comeback is right around the corner.

Love U peanut! Meredith.

12:45 PM

 

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