This is a small sample of what will soon become a series of remix videos that I will post here on my blog. As this is the first, I am going to keep it as raw as possible. No tricks. Let the dancing speak for itself.
For your viewing pleasure.... some real deal, instant party classic, daggering spectacular all the way from Doha, Qatar....
Now that we got that out of our systems, we can talk about whatever.
Whatever. Whenever.
Hmmmm....
let me rifle through the memories from the past few days and see if there is anything worth talking about. There has got to be. At least better than talking about talking about something instead of actually just talking about something just to talk.
Woah.
Take it easy.
Friday night was opening night of the Romanian Film Festival.
(What if I just ended that there. "Friday night was the opening night of Romanian Film Festival." full stop. Would probably leave you, the reader, confused and slightly frustrated and desiring an explanation as to why it was just mentioned. .... so that's what I am going to do. HAAAAAAaaa)
Saw my little buddy Manuel fresh from his world adventures.
Went to a birthday celebration for the wonderful Jenny.Then went to bar next door, where we definitely got caught drinking bottles of beer on the dance floor. Wait.... obviously we didn't get in trouble for drinking on the dance floor..... what we got in trouble for was THOSE bottles of beer we were drinking, the bar didn't even sell! hahaha
Busted for outside beverages. Man, it feels good to feel 16 again. haha
But really though, I should have invited everyone over to my apt, charged them 5 bucks to get in, then shuttle everyone into the closet in the living room with a strobe light inside, and told them to dance.
Just wasn't happening.
Although Mallory was trying to dagger strangers as they pushed by to get to the bathroom.
Or karate chop dancing (that is her special move I learned.... when all else fails..... go to the karate cop dance) dudes who were just sitting at a table minding their own business, having a nice relaxing time out with the boyssssss, and BAM! Karate chop to the face followed by hundreds of weak, limp, little hand karate chops all over you.
It's not that it hurts (cause it doesn't at all.... more like wet noodles slappin you.... or like walking through a really weak drive through car wash thing with those tentacles that come down and slap on your hood and roof for some reason). It's just completely shocking when a 5 foot tall 90 lb girl starts karate chopping you in the arms and legs and somehow ankles when you are trying to order a drink. hahaha
Other than that....
It has been really rainy here in New York and makes you really not want to get out of your pajamas all day. So that is precisely what I have done most of the time.
I signed up for Netflix again and OD'd on movies yesterday.
3 features in one sitting (well that's a lie... there was a break where I left the house between the 2nd and 3rd.... but for the story let's just say it was in one sitting. Ok? Thanks for cooperating.)
So let this be the beginning of another new tradition on my blog, movie reviews.
But not just ANY old movie.
The New....
The Real.....
The Official.....
"JUSTIN KRAMER'S LAZY MOVIE REVIEWS"
First up, a mistake.
Superhigh Me with Doug Benson.
Plot: A comedian, who is really not very funny stoned or sober, gets sober for 30 days just to get high for 30 days. Medical Marijuana. Bad joke. Dude getting high. Bad joke. Dude getting even higher. More bad jokes. The end.
Why did I watch it?
Because I could.
Should I have watched it?
Nah.
Should you watch it?
Nah.
Ok. Next movie.
The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill.
Plot: An eccentric hippie dude takes care of a flock of wild parrots in San Fran in the 70's (?), has to move out after 20 years or something, cries and shit, then cuts off all his hair because he hooks up with the filmmaker who is documenting him.Why did I watch it?
Because I could.
Should I have watched it?
Ehhhh.
Should you watch it?
Sure.
Third and Final movie of the day.
American Movie
Plot: Amazingly tenacious, confident, and dedicated hill billy from Wisconsin attempts to make his first feature film. This documentary (is this really a documentary??? how is it so unbelievably unreal but apparently real????) follows him as he tries and tries and tries to get it together to make his movie but resorts back to finishing a movie he started 6 years earlier. We see his life, his family, his friends, and footage of films that he has shot.I cant tell you how much I loved this movie. It was AMAZING.
Why did I watch it?
Because I could.
Should I have watched it?
YES
Should you watch it?
YES
There you have it.
Volume 001 of my new movie review section of the blog.
Hope it is helpful for when you go to pick out your next rental.
Sooo....
to wrap things up (no pun intended)....
today is my roomate Matt's birthday.
I walked out into the living room calling his name this morning and yelling "Happy Birthday Mother F****R".
I was going to treat him to a birthday smoothie (ewww... that sounds weird).
His door was open so I figured he wasn't home.
When I walked in....
There he was.....
Just like the expression.....
"Wearing his birthday suit"
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For those "lucky" enough to have seen this blog posting on Sunday morning, you will understand what is now missing more than the new comers to this post.
I was asked nicely to remove the photo. So I did.
Anyone who has a complex about having a "shiny ass-crack", doesn't need to have it going global.
Respect.
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Happy Birthday Matt.
Hope your day is full of unicorns and jelly beans.
Or whatever else is going through that sick head of yours.
*If you're asking yourself.... "Why did Justin take a picture of that dude who is sleeping naked on his own bed in his own room on HIS BIRTHDAY and put it on his blog?"....
the answer is simple...
Wouldn't you?
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