Mental Marathon
So. It's done. All five hours of it. The LSAT. Yup. Finished this afternoon/evening. Now all that's left to do is party -- or spend a quiet evening eating pizza and watching at least one movie at the Champo. Can you guess which way this night might go?
The Champo is showing a bunch of Marcel Carne films this week, and I'd like to catch a few of them. On top of that there is a wonderful little event that they host every few Saturdays -- The Champo Nights. These nights begin at midnight, and might thus be better described as mornings. Classificatory details aside, one chooses either theatre 1 or 2, each of which screens a selection of 3 films by the night's director. So, for example, tonight is Martin Scorsese night, with Taxi Driver, Mean Streets, and Casino playing in theatre 1, while Cape Fear, Raging Bull, and Bringing out the Dead play in theatre 2. After the audience is all Scorsese'd out they are led from the dark depths of the theatre, red eyed and hunched of form from the hours of sitting and staring, fed a breakfast -- something analogous to the decompression stage necessary for deep-sea divers -- and sent out into the blinding light of the unfamiliar "real world." Come to think of it -- that sounds like my LSAT experience. Except that they didn't feed us.
Ok, the report is in: the pizza was a bust. No good. I supposed it filled its basic role of providing me with sustenance, but in its secondary role of being a tasty treat it failed to even show up for dress rehearsal. Bummer.
I should be on my way now it I hope to catch Drole de Drame at 10:10.
To Scorsese or not to Scorsese?
I'll let you know the outcome of my night.
So. It's done. All five hours of it. The LSAT. Yup. Finished this afternoon/evening. Now all that's left to do is party -- or spend a quiet evening eating pizza and watching at least one movie at the Champo. Can you guess which way this night might go?
The Champo is showing a bunch of Marcel Carne films this week, and I'd like to catch a few of them. On top of that there is a wonderful little event that they host every few Saturdays -- The Champo Nights. These nights begin at midnight, and might thus be better described as mornings. Classificatory details aside, one chooses either theatre 1 or 2, each of which screens a selection of 3 films by the night's director. So, for example, tonight is Martin Scorsese night, with Taxi Driver, Mean Streets, and Casino playing in theatre 1, while Cape Fear, Raging Bull, and Bringing out the Dead play in theatre 2. After the audience is all Scorsese'd out they are led from the dark depths of the theatre, red eyed and hunched of form from the hours of sitting and staring, fed a breakfast -- something analogous to the decompression stage necessary for deep-sea divers -- and sent out into the blinding light of the unfamiliar "real world." Come to think of it -- that sounds like my LSAT experience. Except that they didn't feed us.
Ok, the report is in: the pizza was a bust. No good. I supposed it filled its basic role of providing me with sustenance, but in its secondary role of being a tasty treat it failed to even show up for dress rehearsal. Bummer.
I should be on my way now it I hope to catch Drole de Drame at 10:10.
To Scorsese or not to Scorsese?
I'll let you know the outcome of my night.
posted by ErinCW at 9:31 PM
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