(Recounting the events of Monday the 16th of April, ’07)
Aha, my first FYIrl review, Picture it – Finglas, around 4pm, I had gotten a txt from my colleague who was working at the cinema (for the lack of a more original alias lets call him John). John had procured me a place at a special screening for the coming Friday’s “Alpha Dog". Despite having a killer ear infection (the right side of my face and throat stiff and aching), I decided to head in so I showered, took a slightly early dose of pain killers and taxi’ed it into town. After dropping in on a friend to deliver a present of a stuffed Coyote I had failed to get delivered in time for her birthday, I bought some Halls Soothers (which are great BTW if anybody from Halls is reading : ' ) in a vain attempt to ease a complete disparate condition. I then drank a bottle of water outside the cinema till I was ready to deal with stuff.
My hearing was mostly intact yet I was slowed, easy confused, in the 5th Level of Discombobulatation (which I believe is entitled “I Think That Guy is STONED!”). Such is the effect of feeling like someone’s stuffed a small Scalelectrix worth of Styrofoam between your skull and right ear. I had some trouble deciphering the queue and procedure deciding instead deciding to sit down and wait to get my friends attention. Once I had gotten my pass I head upstairs, chose an isle seat. I felt somewhat conspicuous, having been admitted in this manner, like a game show contestant who had been given all the answers. But as this lot were all in because of some loyalty scheme or advertisement based website or other I could feel happy that the skill or effort involved was probably the equivalent of Deal or No Deal. I chose box 15 and the movie started.
Justin Timberlake wasn’t as jarring as I thought he may be so I soon lost the urge to beat-box. Almost derailing the sensitivity of the subject matter though was Sharon Stone’s Fat-Gurn-Suit she wore during the interview scene.
Afterward I followed John (who had since finished work) to his nearby lodgings to discussed plans for the site with him and his flatmate (Let’s call him Fritz : ' ). Soon though, tired and in need of a brain drilling, I headed home.
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