Much like Fallon wearing chainmail to the comic book shop or to The Lord of the Rings or, hell, to the grocery store or the Port-O-San, I am geeking out this afternoon. As the final link in my annual birthday-chain, which causes my
once wholly unmemorable date of birth (now made famous by some "terrorist attack" that made a couple of buildings disappear -- perhaps you have heard of this...) to be extended to the point where my last present plays out, I will be attending a showing of the new 3-D version of Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas this afternoon. The place will be the famous El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood, and Jen and I will be making the drive to L.A. in about an hour of so to get our "reserved" seats for the event. We are also planning to take in some of that special Hollywood atmosphere -- you know, heroin addicts and tranny hobags. Actually, except for attending a showing of The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson, we have yet to really do anything Hollywood-oriented since moving to the area, which is incredibly strange if you know anything about either one of us.So, today is the day, and I'd be hard-pressed to say that I haven't wrestled incredibly hard with whether or not I should wear one of the awesome Jack Skellington shirts that Jen has heaped upon me over the last six years. I just don't want to be that guy. (Bless Jeremy Piven for PCU.) But, I reasoned, I wear these shirts when I go to Disneyland and ride the Haunted Mansion, so why wouldn't I wear it to a special release of the movie? Wearing the shirt of the band you are seeing is certainly egregious, but a club atmosphere is all about cool. Even if everyone there is a drunken, sweaty Neanderthal, the point is to imagine that you at least give off the appearance of cool. Not so at the movies... the theatre experience itself is a petri dish of geekiness, where trivial recall is the very font of genius, and if one wishes to display one's preference for worshipful attire, so much the better. Besides, I am only wearing a silk shirt with Jack Skellington buttons and the image of the Haunted Holiday Mansion emblazoned on the back -- very tasteful as far as this kind of stuff goes. It's not like I am going in makeup as the Pumpkin King...
...not like I did two Halloweens ago...
So, yes, I have broken down, and I am being that guy...
Happy Birthday to Me.
5 comments:
I am envious. Very much so.
And can I just say... entertaining as it was, you just posted on your blog about having trouble deciding what to wear.
"know how I know your gay?"
It's not so much having trouble decided what to wear, it's the problem of whether wearing said shirt violates the PCU rule of not "wearing the shirt of the band you are going to see."
But, if I have to be gay to consider this problematic situation, well, line up, boys...
It's gonna be a long night in more ways than one...
Ahhh any post that has a Fallon joke in it makes me laugh till I pee
You sed it Bubba!
Matt
I'm hoping that I get to go see this too. Oh, and this just made me remember the year that you went as Jack for Halloween--awesome!
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