Mallratting

I had a great weekend.  Er, fun-ish.  Mega expensive, though, because the mall is stupid.

Saturday, my dad cooked ribs for lunch - awesome.  That alone made my day, but then I got a call from Daniel to meet them at [stupid ass café I will not name], so there I went and after an hour of waiting for everyone to congregate, decided on going to the mall to watch Step Brothers.

Now, at the mall, movie tickets cost damn near $10, and the theatres there suck anyway.  But it’s the most natural location, I guess, because it’s in the middle of one of the biggest shopping intersections in the county.  Still, we got to the mall two hours before the actual movie, so we walked around and did a shit lot of nothing.

Do we qualify as “mallrats?”

Everyone agreed that Step Brothers was really a very funny movie.  It’s not intelligent humour, it’s shameless, vulgar, ricockulous humour that is very refreshing now and again.  It didn’t require any thinking, and I wasn’t really in the mood for that anyway.

It’s so easily quotable, too - I don’t want to spoil it for you, however.  There was also a lot of great physical humour - towards the end, Will Farrel’s character is trying to give his younger brother a hug, and according to Jacob, “I was dying.”  Admittedly, it wasn’t the funniest part, but I laughed a lot.

Even though the movie plugged Outback Steakhouse, we weren’t really feeling it, so we decided to have dinner at Olive Garden, instead.  Even though it is literally across the street, a couple people in the group aren’t familiar with the area, and so the thirty minutes we spent waiting for a table for seven to open up were spent giving directions and trying to flag down the stray member.

I didn’t finish my dinner, but I didn’t want to take it home, either.  With my persuasive power, I coerced my friend Dean to take it.  This has worked on Dean several times: he insists that he doesn’t want it, that “it’s alright” and thanks me anyway.  Then I say, “well, if you’re not going to take it, then I’m just going to throw it away.”

Now, we all know this isn’t true, but we’re too Asian to test this.  It’s cute, the way he bows his head and tries to suppress a grin, but everyone around him knows better.  I like to call this technique: the Fail-Safe Food Peddler.  Though, I fear one day it won’t work.  Then I’ll need to develop it.  Suggestions?

Dean just drove me home after that.  It was kind of weird, because before Saturday I hadn’t really talked to him in a long time.  It was mostly really pathetic small talk, and it made me a little sad, but I wasn’t surprised.

I was upset that Charine wasn’t able to join us, because I haven’t seen her in a long time.  And with Benita failing to pick up her phone, it was just me and Daniel, Dean, Jacob, William, and a couple of D&D’s friends from TAMS.  Though, I would say I was raised more by my dad and my brother, so it didn’t take much effort to feel comfortable around six guys.

Plus, when we were at Olive Garden and I was sitting at the head of the table, I felt pretty damn pimp.

I actually ended up sleeping through most of Sunday, but then my brother and I went to the 10:15 showing of The Wackness.  I have to say, I was actually impressed by Josh Peck.  His character is so different than the one he plays on that Nickelodeon show, that he could pull it off showed his versatility as an actor.

It was a good coming-of-age movie, and the mood was…eh, ironic.  I’m not entirely sure how I could describe it properly.  I recommend.