Caught Jim Carrey's "Bruce Almighty" on Friday. It was a decent movie that provided some good laughs here and there. Not exactly the typical "Dumb and Dumber"/"Ace Ventura"-type comedy we're used to seeing from Carrey, but it was more of an older, more mature comedy with a sappy ending that women around the world will enjoy. It get's the "Thumbs Up" from me.
Saturday morning, we dropped the kid off at my sister's house in San Jose. She was kind enough to watch him for the night because me and the woman had plans for the night, albeit separate. Saturday night I got wasted at a friend's graduation party. It was nice seeing faces I haven't seen in a while. I had a conversation with a guy I haven't seen in a good 5 years that joined the Marines and was runnin' n' gunnin' in Afganistan. I also had the opportunity to have half-coherent talks with people I normally wouldn't talk to when I'm sober. Also, it was the first time I've had more than one shot of Hennessy and didn't throw up. Up until Saturday night, I was batting 0 for 4 against Mr. Henn, but luckily enough I was able to come through in the clutch. I think I've found the trick for this veteran south paw: beer is a no no when drinking Henn. But now that I think about it, beer has no business being around when you have a good bottle of Hennessy at your disposal. I guess that's my bad.
Saturday spilled into Sunday morning. I couldn't drive home, so a good friend took my car to his house and I taxi'ed a ride with two othere friends. Apparently, I failed to remember that they had my keys, so I had no way of getting in the house. I had to wait a good 30 minutes outside for my girlfriend to come home from the bar and finally get in the house. Needless to say, I passed out as soon as the pillow hit my face.
Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday was spent trying to get all of my homework for school done. Eh, it could be worse. I could have a job.