liberte, egalite, fraternite

Happy Bastille Day, everyone! I was trying to find something joyful (ok, I guess bloody would be more appropriate) and celebratory to pick out of the news, but was having a hard time finding anything that wasn’t just plain alarming, so I was suitably overjoyed when, having lost a previous draft of this entry, I returned to Google News and found this. And furthermore, I’ll exhort you to join in on Lance-watch 2004. It’s a joyful thing and a French thing (or at least happening in France), so all the more a propos.

Speaking of M. Armstrong, we finally got around to seeing Dodgeball last night. What, you didn’t realize he was in it? Well, you’d better get your ass to the cineplex pronto, bucko, before you miss it. I confess that I do have a soft spot for the exactly-over-the-top-enough comic stylings of Ben Stiller, but seriously: I haven’t laughed this hard at a movie since South Park.

Nor did the comedy end when the final credits had rolled. Exiting the theatre, Lindsay and I discussed popping into the Wine Bar across the street, and whether we needed to validate our parking (which we didn’t, as the exit gates were already up when we came in). We got on the down escalator. Halfway down, Lindsay piped up:

L: Hey, why are we going downstairs?
Me: Um, because that’s where the doors are?
L: But the car’s on the third floor [silent ‘comma, dumbass’]!
Me: Oh. Sorry. OK.

We reached the bottom, turned around and got on the escalator going back up. Halfway:

Me: Wait, it’s because we’re going to the Wine Bar!
L: Oh. Sorry. OK. But we can get the parking validated upstairs!
Me: [long stare clearly implying ‘you are a dumbass’] The gate is up. We just had this conversation.

We reached the top, turned around and got back on the down escalator. The teenagers in the lobby were by this time shooting us some very odd looks, which was probably exacerbated by the fact that we couldn’t stop laughing. To the point, in fact, that I had to sit down on the escalator to keep from… well, having an accident. I’m not proud, people. But it was damned funny.