Friday, June 23, 2006

make it a zombie porn blockbuster night

I’ve discovered this new thing. It’s called eating at home. It can happen in one’s own home, as per Wednesday night, when Heather came over to my apartment (“Cozy,” she said sincerely, but we all know that “tiny” and “woefully bachelor-esque” live right next door to “cozy” in Adjective Land). I made pasta with bell peppers roasted on an open gas-stove flame, a technique I stole from AK, who stole it from Meg, who I think was just born knowing shit like that. Heather brought wine, but we soon discovered that I don’t own a bottle opener. The good news is that apparently I don’t do a lot of drinking alone. Or I just drink things with screw tops alone.

Eating At Home can also happen at someone else’s home, as per last night, when Meehan, AK and I gathered at Nicole’s new apartment in a building that bills itself as “Casa Overlanda” (“Returning to the original Spanish name,” Meehan observed). We got tasty-cheap takeout from Sunin and crowded together with glasses of Charles Shaw (but the new, fancy-ish Beaujolais!) on Nicole’s balcony, which overlooks an alley and some other people’s balconies.

Then we watched some horrifically bad zombie porn.

I know, you’re thinking, “By ‘horrifically bad,’ you mean ‘really great in an ironic way,’ right?” No, I don’t, and I refuse to go into too much detail for fear of resurrecting troubling images. Suffice it to say that it wasn’t so much zombie porn as porn, then zombie comic relief, then more porn, then more zombie comic relief. What is the point of zombie porn if you don’t get to see any actual zombie-on-zombie action? Although there was one great dance scene, which was played as seductive but was about as seductive as the “Go Greased Lightnin’” number in Grease, and I would be willing to let that scene wear the “so bad it’s good” crown.

All this is to say, I’m enjoying this time in my life where I’m kind of a grownup who drinks wine on balconies, and kind of a kid who giggles at zombie porn and gets excessively giddy over alcohol I don’t have to pay for. There was a very good episode of How I Met Your Mother about this late-twenty-something phenomenon. And I mean genuinely good, not ironically good.

7 comments:

Tracy Lynn said...

Dude, you really can't beat zombie porn and stay at home eating.

thelastnoel said...

Eating at home is great! Who did you eat? Is that why you watched the Zombie porn?

Cheryl said...

Let's just say that four of us went in, but only two of us came out of Casa Overlanda.

jenny said...

Zombie porn without any real zombie-on-zombie action? Pfft. In my day, they made zombie pornos the old fashioned way - light on the dance sequences, heavy on the brain-eating.

Schrodinger's Kitten said...

What do you mean Greased Lightning isn't hot? The arm-pumping, pelvis-thrusting hotness of men in pegged jeans and girl shirts is intoxicating.

erin said...

and isn't there that line "... the chicks will cream..." or is that scream... i never could figure it out. still, hot hot hot.
btw i bought fun home yesterday. so far good stuff, if slightly depressing.

Cheryl said...

There is a line about creaming--I know because my high school drill team had to yell out "Go Mustangs!" or something in that spot when they danced to the song for the annual lip synch contest. You'd think Grease would be safely PG, but nope.