digital downpour

Wow, The Life Aquatic is just so fantastic. I thought I'd only be disapointed after the Tenenbaums but nope, it was great.

And yes that was Bud Cort as the bond company stooge, I'm glad you noticed.

So last night, my girlfriends and I meet up for supper and a secret santa exchange like we do every christmas. This year, we opt for a bring-your-own-wine Vietnamese place on Duluth which looked nice and cosy. No more than 15 minutes after ordering, one of our bottles already downed and Zena is lighting the place on fire with the tissue paper I used to wrap her gift. Apparently, she hadn't noticed the lit candle.

Cut to after the meal, three more bottles of wine emptied and we're all a little tanked, stumbling up Duluth towards my house. For some reason, we think we need more wine and so stop in at a dep before the 11pm booze-deadline. We scrounge up our last remaining dollars for the cheapest bottle of red and Adele steals an ugly hairpin for Sophie on her way out. Ah, the spirit of giving...

Half way to my house, we change plans and head over to Le Pistol for some Sangria. We knock back half of it then pour in our own bottle of wine under the table (a handy girl (aka Zena) has a cork screw on her at all times, you see.) By now we are the rowdiest drunks Le Pistol has surely seen on a cold Monday night, but does that stop us? No of course not, we order another pitcher, most of which we spilled and some of which we drank and some more still of which I aparently dumped onto Sophie for making fun of me about spilling my drink.

Finally we wobble out of there and head pack to my place, unsure if we paid for the booze or just skipped out on the bill. Confronted with my back gate which in our drunken stupor seems to be frozen shut, we climb over my 9 foot fence and find a conveniently placed pool ladder on the other side. Odd, but helpful.

This morning, the contents of Adele's purse are somehow covered in sticky booze, Zena claims it's a holiday miracle that she didn't barf and I don't remember anything after that second pitcher. As for Sophie, she had to go to work nice and early at the daycare today and look after the city's young-ins. Sucker.

i'm in love with a girl named serena ryder.

actually, maybe not. maybe i just want to be her because she's so great.

it's not often an opening act gets called back for an encore, silencing the packed venue from the first number and leaving 'em with goosebumps at the end. she just rocked our damn socks off she did.

over the course of the winter holidays, we will be taking any suggestions for what you think we should do with our forthcoming 500 bucks courtesy of the NFB.

that's right. digitaldownpour does doc shop. oh frabjous day. callou! callay!

Rufus Wainwright on playing at the Theatre Outremont tonight: "I think this is my favourite place to play in Montreal. I mean, it's right near my house... and it's kind of high class, you know, but still liberal. It's like the upper west side in NYC."

He then proceeded to interrupt his rendition of Hallelujah mid way because he had to burp. High class indeed. Great show though, still.

What better way to celebrate the end of another semester than spending 8 hours and 6 minutes staring at one unflinching shot of the empire state building? None, that's what. There simply is no better way. Plus you don't even have to deal with the hassle of going all the way to boring old NYC because the empire is coming to you! That's right, kids. On Sunday, la salla rossa and andy warhol are teaming up to make all your empire building related dreams come true with . Don't miss out.