Issue #62: The Animal Draft
You do a lot of random things on a 20-hour drive.
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Yeah, yeah, I know, only one blog again this week. I’m slacking big time, but I swear, I have a great excuse this time…that I’ll write about in a blog next week.
I figured I’d jump right in and finish off retelling my trip to Arizona from a few weeks ago. Now, in case you’ve forgotten, we finished last week’s blog on Friday, April 4. That means we’ll start this blog with Saturday, April 5.
If you’d like to refresh your memory, check out last week’s blog right here.
Ok, let’s go.
Saturday, April 5
We started the day late on Friday. That was not the case on Saturday. Maybe, and this is just a hunch, it’s because we actually made a plan for the day with what we wanted to do. Somehow, having a plan to get up and do stuff made us get up earlier and do stuff.
Who would’ve thought?
Anyway, the day started with the group scavenging breakfast from the fridge before loading up in the cars and making our way to Phoenix for a hike. The plan for the day started with the most popular hike in Phoenix: Camelback Mountain. The place was packed, which isn’t typically what you want when you’re doing a hike, at least, not in my experience. But that didn’t bother us too much, because this was no ordinary hike.
See, one of my friends, Chris Ouida (loser), lost our fantasy football league this year. Originally, his punishment was to run a 10k (6 miles) in a suit, livestreaming it the entire time. Then, after the season was over, we adapted it to running a 10k (6 miles) in the Arizona heat, with a beer being drunk every mile. Finally, after much deliberation and concessions, we landed on Ouida having to wear the suit on the hike at Camelback Mountain. Was it the harshest punishment of all time? No, but man was it funny.
I have to note that he chose the suit himself. Yes, he chose to look like a disco ball on his own accord. He stuck out like a sore thumb (obviously), and the number of people who made comments and laughed at him was exactly what we were looking for. It also helped that this hike was 50% hiking and 50% scaling rock faces. Safe to say that he wasn’t wearing the most comfortable hiking gear.
After a few hours, we finished the hike and made it back down the mountain. Well, almost all of us, that is. Unfortunately, one member of the group only got halfway through the hike. This person, we’ll call him Dawn Brancheau, has a history of having his body break down. It happened constantly at school. He was always sick, and I’m not saying it’s becuase of all the beer he drank, the crappy food he ate while doing it, and the lack of sleep, but I’m also not not saying that. Anyway, Dawn’s body was breaking down after days of drinking, eating like shit, and not much sleep, so he made the decision to turn around and head back to the bottom by himself. I’m not saying it’s because he desperately had to go deliver “hazardous cargo”, but I’m almost not not saying that.
By early afternoon, we had reached the bottom, had reunited with Dawn Brancheau, and were off to finish our second agenda item of the day: go to a bar and watch the Florida/Auburn game. We found (I found) a good-looking place, and after a quick drive to Scottsdale, we settled in for the next few hours. Food was ordered, drinks were drunk, and darts/pool were played. We also all chose to bet on Florida to win the game (some with more money than others), so by the end of the game, we were all locked into the TV going crazy with each possession. Florida ended up winning, which meant we all made money. Well, all but one of us, that is.
Yet again, Dawn Brancheau broke off from the rest of our group and bet on Auburn. Brutal.
By the time we decided to head back to the Airbnb, those who were not driving (everyone but Me and Frigs) were slightly (very) intoxicated. Once the guys found the Long Island Iced Tea on the menu, it was game over (the group had 19 total).
One car went straight back to the house, and one car went to Walmart, for the 4th time in 4 days, to restock on food and beer for the night. Once our pit stop was finished, we all reconvened back at the Airbnb. We then proceeded to do exactly what we did every night prior to that one:
Eat food, listen to music, talk about sports, and play drinking games till 3 in the morning.
Oh, I almost forgot, we also watched the Duke/Houston game. Our entire group, all 10 of us, was crowded around a single phone at the kitchen table, going crazy while we watched this Duke team (one of the most talented basketball teams of all time) choke away the victory and a spot in the National Championship game. It made a great day an even better one.
My sister wasn’t as happy as I was to see Duke lose.
Sunday, April 6
Sunday morning consisted of a deep clean. Trash was picked up, tables were wiped down, and Febreze was sprayed. Before we left, we chefed up every single thing we could from the fridge/freezer. Breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, dino nuggets, bananas, bagels, chicken cutlets, and more. Finally, after an amazing few days, it was time to pack up and head to the airport.
Our group slowly dwindled from 10 all the way down to 3. It was tough to see the other 7 go, but 3 of us remained, our journey not yet complete. That’s because my idiot friends, Chaiken and Frigs, had convinced me (fellow idiot) to go with them to the National Championship game in San Antonio. Frigs had an extra ticket and I was pumped to go. However, this was before I got a job. I told my job that I was going to be out of town till Tuesday and that I’d be back on Wednesday, thinking that there was a chance I could make it to San Antonio and back to LA in time. That was until I looked up how far the drive was.
Let me explain:
LA—Phoenix: 6-7 hours
Phoenix—San Antonio: 13-14 hours
If you can’t do the math, I’ll do it for you:
San Antonio—LA: 20-21 hours
The drive from Phoenix to San Antonio would be easy. The drive from San Antonio back to LA was where we reached a snag. So I was out. I told Frigs and Chaiken that I just couldn’t swing it with having to get to work on Wednesday. There was no way I could drive 20 hours in one day on Tuesday to get back in time. And then those bastards turned into goddamn Don Draper and sold me on it.
“We’re dropping Chaiken off at the airport on Tuesday at 5 am!”
“I’ll do the first half of the drive to Phoenix!”
“You’re getting 2 hours back because we’ll be going from the Central Time Zone to the Pacific Time Zone!”
I folded like a cheap suit.
If I’m being honest, I was always gonna go, I’d find a way to make it work, but once they put on their pitch hats and gave their presentation, there was no way I could say no.
Also, life is too short. When would I have another opportunity to go to the National Championship game?
Ok, we’re back at the Phoenix airport. We just dropped off most of our group and now it’s only Frigs, Chaiken, and I left. First, we dropped Frigs’ car off at the airport parking lot. Then we loaded up my car and started the drive to El Paso (our destination for the night).
I’ve done a couple road trips this year (in case you didn’t know that already) and I’ve gotta tell you, road trips are soooo much easier when there are other people who can drive for a bit. I love driving, but being able to take a break for a while is pretty nice. Plus, you don’t have to go crazy talking to yourself the entire time because there are people to talk to. Granted, the conversations we had ranged from stupid to concerningly stupid, but it was a good time regardless.
We reached El Paso after the sun had gone down, and we needed food. We chose to go to Chili’s. Exhausted, we ordered food, and each of us ordered one beer. By the time we paid the tab, we had finished the food, and we had barely touched our beers.
A smart choice.
Our night ended at the airport Holiday Inn (a step up from my typical road trip locales), where we passed out, another day of driving ahead.
Monday, April 7 (National Championship Day)
We drove from El Paso to San Antonio. I don’t have a ton to report from the drive other than the fact that we stopped at Sonic for lunch and that we did a ton of snake drafts to pass the time. One such draft was animals, and I have the results right here. We could draft from every category at any time. I’ll let you all decide who won:
We did drafts for probably 2+ hours, did obscure sports trivia for another 2+, and I think we listened to Pink Pony Club upwards of 8 times.
After 7 or so hours, we made it to San Antonio. The first stop was the hotel, where we all showered and changed. Next up was getting an Uber to the stadium, where we walked around, grabbed food, grabbed merch, and people watched until we went to our seats. This is where I went off on my own. See, Frigs and Chaiken had two seats together behind one of the baskets. My seat, on the other hand, was up in the nosebleeds by myself. This was my view:
Unfortunately, I forgot my binoculars at home. But how could I complain? It wasn’t as far away as the picture makes it seem, and the game was awesome, so I didn’t care how far away I was.
It’s an interesting experience being at a game with no rooting interest whatsoever. All Frigs, Chaiken, and I wanted was for it to be good game. And man was it. Thankfully, for the 2nd half, I was able to move closer to the court (here were some open seats behind Frigs and Chaiken) because the second half was absolutely electric. The game came down to the final play. Houston squandered a double-digit lead in the second half, Florida fought hard the entire game, and when Houston didn’t get a shot off on the final possession, I don’t think anyone in the stadium knew what was going on. All we knew was that blue, orange, and white confetti was suddenly falling from the ceiling, and the Florida fans around me were going insane.
The three of us stayed for the trophy ceremony before heading out of the stadium and going to the Alamo (did you remember?). Then, after a quick stop for street tacos on the San Antonio riverwalk while we watched Florida and Houston fans hit the town, we went back to our hotel and passed out, a very full travel day ahead for all of us.
Tuesday, April 8 (Hell on Earth)
5 minutes after I closed my eyes, the alarm clock went off. The sun still wasn’t up as we packed up our bags, checked out of the hotel, and packed up my car. Despite this, we still played Pink Pony Club a couple times on the way to the San Antonio airport. What can I say? It gets the people going.
Chaiken had what appeared to be the easiest travel day ahead of him. A quick and easy flight from San Antonio to Chicago, followed by a hellish day of work.
That was the easiest day of travel.
After seeing our group go from 3 members to 2, Frigs and I started to drive in the exact opposite direction we had driven the day before. Road trips are fun, but when you drive past the same things you saw the day before, just on a different side of the car, you either fucked up or you signed up for a very long day of driving. Somehow, it appeared that we had done both.
Frigs took the first shift of the drive while I selfishly slept. I felt bad because I hate leaving someone to drive by themselves, especially when it was still dark out, but we both knew I had a longer day ahead of me. Also, he jammed to sad country music and girl pop while I slept, so I think he had an okay time.
I woke up after 4-ish hours and took over driving pretty soon thereafter. The drive was uneventful, but doable, purely because it wasn’t a solo trip. During this section of the drive, we did random trivia, had impromptu therapy sessions, and discussed the possibility of moving to Chicago together. With a quick pitstop at Jimmy John’s for lunch in the middle, the drive from San Antonio to the middle of Arizona wasn’t too bad.
At this point, we were about 10 hours in, with 4 hours left to Phoenix.
Frigs took that last 4 hours because, unfortunately, I still had to get back to LA once I dropped him off at the Phoenix airport. After 14 hours of driving, we finally reached our destination, well, at least one of us had. Frigs unloaded his stuff from my car and loaded up his truck, we said our goodbyes, and we both headed on our way. I had 7 hours back to Los Angeles, and he had 2 hours to Sedona. He decided to add on the 2-hour drive to Sedona from Phoenix in solidarity (what a nice guy).
The last leg of the drive started off hot. I slammed a Red Bull, called my parents, and watched as the sun slowly sank below the Arizona horizon. After calling my parents, I called Chaiken because too much time had passed since we’d caught up (it had been less than a day). At this point, I was about 3 hours in. I was doing okay.
It all flipped once the sun went down, and it got dark.
Like an anti-vampire, once the sun went down, the vibes in the car turned from neutral to negative. Doing a 20-hour drive in one day sucks. Doing a 20-hour drive, with the last 4 hours in the dark, in the middle of the desert, sucks even worse. I’m not really sure what kept me going. I slammed 2 more Red Bull during the last leg of the drive, picked up some McDonald’s purely because I needed the energy, and listened to 3 podcasts.
Finally, at 11:50 pm Pacific Time, I pulled onto my street and parked my car. I’m gonna be completely honest with you guys, I let out a few whoops in my car. You would’ve thought I’d just won a championship game the way I acted.
After 21 hours (not including the 2 hours lost from time zones), I had reached my final destination. Sure, it sucked, but it was so worth it. Next year, we’ve decided that I have to drive to Indianapolis and back for the March Madness Championship game. The beginning of a tradition unlike any other.
Most importantly, though, was that I made it back in time to make it to work the next day.
I even made it in on time.
Recommendations
Not a very coherent theme this week, but if you’re struggling to find a movie to watch this weekend, you can’t go wrong with any one of these five.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
I’m seeing this in the theater for its 50th anniversary on Sunday, and I couldn’t be more excited. I personally still think it’s pound for pound one of the funniest movies of all time and a must-watch for anyone.
Romancing the Stone (1984)
Indiana Jones in rom-com form, I can’t think of a much better combo. This was the surprise hit of 1984 and it still kicks ass today. It’s a perfect blend of comedy, action, adventure, and romance, and the performances from Michael Douglas, Kathleen Turner, and Danny DeVito are top-notch.
White Men Can’t Jump (1992)
A movie I desperately need to rewatch now that I live in California. The Woody/Wesley pairing is electric and the basketball in this is pretty damn good as well. In honor of the NBA playoffs going on right now, you should give this classic comedy a watch.
The Notebook (2004)
I’ve been accused recently of only talking about “boy” movies here on the blog. That somewhat continues with this week’s blog, but not here in the recommendations. The Notebook is a damn good movie and you all should watch it, preferably with your partner but if you want to watch it by yourself and ugly cry be my guest. Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams are picture-perfect in this movie.
Blockers (2018)
This is such an underrated comedy of the late 2010s, and I think more people should watch it. John Cena is legitimately one of our best comedy stars going right now, and this movie is a showcase for that. It’s a great combo of a high-school comedy and a coming-of-age comedy (for kids and parents alike). I laugh a ton while watching this, and I bet you will too.
I made a new website. It’s basically the same as the old Vault, but it’s been given a makeover, and the movies and documentaries I watched in 2024 are now available as well. If you check it out, please give me suggestions on how I can make it better. And let me know if there are any issues I need to fix.
Check it out here!
Alright, on to the blog.
Movies count for the year: 61 (I’m really slacking)
Doc count for the year: 10
Total movie count on the blog: 275
Keeping Movie Theaters Alive
Go see these (if they’re still out).
Sinners (2025)
AKA: Michael B. Jordan has the vampire blues.
We are so back.
Last week, I talked about Warfare (one of my favorite films of the year so far), and what I didn't mention in that blog was that I walked out of that theater saying to myself that there was a chance we were back. That was for a sold-out Sunday night show. Well, I saw Sinners last weekend mid-afternoon on a Sunday...also sold out.
Sinners is a huge win in a number of ways. First off, it's a fantastic movie that blends horror, history, music, and action in a fresh new way. Second, it's an original movie that's doing gangbusters at the box office, which is huge for people like myself who don’t want to see only sequels/remakes in movies for the rest of my life. Third, it's a big win for theaters in general. People are coming out to the theaters, and not just for Sinners! Hopefully, this is the first of many movies this year that bring people into the theaters, and movies will be firmly back (fingers crossed).
I'll tell you what, though, that man Ryan Coogler does not miss. He was already one of the best young filmmakers going, but Sinners has officially anointed him as one of "the" guys. I mean, don't get me wrong, he'd already made Creed and Black Panther, so everyone already knew he could make great, entertaining movies that also happened to make a boatload of money, but Sinners is a wholly original story based on no previous IP. When you can do that in today's Hollywood and make the money this movie is making, then you're one of the guys. Good for him, I'm looking forward to seeing what he does next.
Before we move on, I implore you to watch this video. This is Ryan Coogler explaining the difference between film formats at the theaters. It's truly enlightening and shows how much this guy cares about film (I feel very seen).
Do They Say the Title of the Movie In the Movie: They say it a-plenty.
Chance My Dad Cries While Watching This: 23%
No, But Really: We’re so back. Ryan Coogler is that guy, and I cannot wait to see what he does next. This movie is an absolute thrill ride, and I couldn’t get enough of it. This movie is as entertaining of a movie as there could be. There’s music, guns, dancing, crime, romance, and most importantly, vampires. The combination of genres works really well, the performances are great, and it’s certainly one of the best movies of 2025 (at the time of this writing). I’ll reiterate and say that the music is thrilling and takes the movie to a whole other level. We need to enjoy films like this because we get so few of them nowadays.
Movies at Home
Inching ever closer to having no life. 1 pretty good movie and 2 absolute, stone-cold classic must-watches today.
The Accountant (2016)
AKA: Ben Affleck is good with numbers and good at killing people.
Doing taxes sucks.
Doing taxes sucks, and that's coming from a guy who has never had any taxable income in my life outside of a few summers of being a camp counselor from 2018-2020. Since then, all the money I've made working has been just the way I like it: under the table in cash (or Venmo). Despite this, I still have to log on to TurboTax and "do my taxes," which means I call my mom and have her walk me through almost every step. Then, after who knows how long, I reach the end of the level, defeat the boss (the government trying to take my money), and I find out that I am not subject to any money back, and I don't owe anything. It's crazy how that works when you don't make anything to give. Now, alas, I have a job. How I got it, I do not know, but what it ultimately means is that I will, for the first time, have to actually pay taxes when tax day rolls around next April for real.
Sadness.
And now for the segue...
You know who I wish could help pay my taxes? Ben Affleck's character from The Accountant. Oh, you thought that title had some double meaning or something? Nope. Ben Affleck has a bunch of scenes in this movie where he goes through files and financials, and let me tell you, it couldn't be more entertaining. This movie has been on my watchlist for a while now, but if I'm being honest, I watched this just a couple weeks ago because The Accountant 2 was coming out soon (it came out last weekend at the time of this writing).
I love that it's called The Accountant 2, by the way. I feel like I've written about this before, but in case you haven't noticed, movies don't always employ the old "title + number movie in the franchise" formula for sequels anymore. I like it when a movie knows exactly what we're looking for. You liked The Accountant? Well, here's a sequel, and the title tells you exactly what you're getting with it. And by it, I mean Ben Affleck going full John Wick mode and killing/beating up a bunch of bad guys.
Aren't movies just the best?
Do They Say the Title of the Movie In the Movie: Approximately 25 times. Beautiful.
Chance My Dad Cries While Watching This: 8%
No, But Really: This movie was exactly what I expected it to be, and I couldn’t be happier. Ben Affleck gives a pretty great performance and is very convincing as a badass killing machine as well as a neurodivergent accountant. I wish this movie used Jon Bernthal more, but it looks like he’ll be a bigger part in The Accountant 2. I don’t know, this is just a fun, gritty action film that isn’t necessarily “good,” but it’s a hell of a good time. It knows exactly what it is and that makes it better than it should be.
Running It Back
I’ve decided that we’re going to make a concerted effort to finish my 2024 movies. Here we go. We’re starting off hot.
Ford vs. Ferarri (2019)
AKA: Cars go fast.
I've never been a car guy.
Despite this, pretty much all of my friends from my high school were huge car guys. They could go on for hours talking about brands, makes, models, parts, etc., while I sat there in the corner with my eyes glazed over, praying for the conversation to shift to music or sports, or better yet, movies. That's why, when this came out, we simply had to see it in theaters as a group.
Now, like I said, I've never been a car guy.
But goddamn.
While I may not be able to tell you what make/model/year a car is, or tell you its specs, or talk in detail in any way, shape, or form about it, what I can do is tell you that when cars go fast and they race against each other in a movie I'm in 100% of the time. Ford vs Ferrari is almost certainly one of my favorite movies of the last 6 years, and as much as I like it for Christian Bale and Matt Damon's performances as well as the historical nature of it all, it's the racing scenes that push it over the top.
I did, in fact, see this with some high school buddies when it came out in the fall of my senior year (just a couple months before Covid shut everything down). We'd been talking about it for months, ever since the first trailer came out. So we bought tickets, went and saw it, and loved it. Only thing is, we kind of forgot to invite our friend Benji. I'm not really sure where the miscommunication happened, but Benji, if you're reading this (there's no way you're reading this), I'm sorry we forgot to invite you. It was 6 years ago now, I hope you can forgive me.
Before we move on, I just have to say that being in a 24-hour car race is an absolutely outrageous event to take part in, not to mention attending.
Sports are the best.
Do They Say the Title of the Movie In the Movie: No, sir. But they do say the foreign title (Le Mans 66) a lot.
Chance My Dad Cries While Watching This: 73%
No, But Really: This is one of my favorite movies from the last decade, full stop. I’ve seen it 3 times all the way through, but that doesn’t account for the dozens of times I’ve caught a scene or two here and there, or have caught the last hour when it’s on TV. This movie is endlessly rewatchable, Christian Bale and Matt Damon are fantastic, and the racing is intoxicating. This is all coming from a non-car guy. Crowd-pleasing to the max and so much fun; I’d recommend it to anyone.
Wedding Crashers (2005)
AKA: One of the best Maryland movies.
I can count the number of weddings I've been to on one hand. Off the top of my head, I think I've only been to 2. The number of wedding receptions I've been to, though? I can definitely count that number on two hands, and I think I'm closing in on 10. The number of wedding receptions I've been invited to? Much, much less than 10 (probably closer to 0). In other words, I haven't crashed too many weddings, but I'm becoming well-versed at crashing wedding receptions. Now, I should say, it's not like I've crashed random people's weddings. These have all been family friends or cousins (mostly). It’ll be a Saturday night, I'll get a text to stop what I'm doing, throw on a jacket and a button-down, and get my ass up to the party. And I gotta say, crashing wedding receptions is a hell of a lot more fun than crashing the actual wedding.
A little while back, I wrote about Diner here on the blog. In that blog, I mentioned that Diner is one of the very few quality movies set in the great state of Maryland. In that same blog, I cited Wedding Crashers as one of those rare movies as well. This is just an awesome Maryland movie. They shot in St. Michaels, a place I've never been to but have heard great things about, and they really show off how beautiful the state is.
On top of all of that, once the movie leaves Maryland in the final third of the movie, the quality dips and the movie slows way down, almost to a halt. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, more movies should be set in Maryland because, if Wedding Crashers is any evidence, the best parts of your movie will take place there.
Did that argument work at all? It doesn't feel like it, but I'm sticking to my guns on this one.
This movie is a flashback to a time when comedies like this ruled the world. It's not perfect by any means, but man, is it funny. Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn are dynamite together, the people doing bit roles (Christopher Walken, Will Ferrell, etc.) knock it out of the park, and I'm in love with Rachel McAdams.
That's all I've got; let's move it along.
Mount Rushmore of Weddings in Movies
The wedding from The Godfather
The wedding montage from Wedding Crashers
The wedding from My Big Fat Greek Wedding
The wedding from Wet Hot American Summer
Bonus: A ranking of wedding scenes from movies I found while doing research (I swear I didn’t copy it)
Do They Say the Title of the Movie In the Movie: Word for word? No, but they get 99% of the way there.
Chance My Dad Cries While Watching This: 4%
No, But Really: I like this movie a whole lot. It’s one I can throw on and enjoy over and over again, which is exactly what you’re looking for with a movie like this. My only issue, and it’s a small one, is that the first half of this movie is soooo much better than the second half. The movie definitely slows down and almost falters for a bit in the last third, but that doesn’t take too much away from it. There are probably 15-20 quotable lines from this movie; it’s laugh-out-loud funny, and the Owen Wilson/Vince Vaughn duo is electric. Also, Rachel McAdams. That’s all I need to say. I highly recommend (even if it’s not perfect).
Franchise Mode
Going Monkey Mode 3.0
We’ve reached the conclusion of the Caesar trilogy. Did they need to continue this franchise after this one? Debatable. This movie is an absolute banger.
War for the Planet of the Apes (2017)
AKA: Humans vs. Apes: Winner takes all
For the last two weeks, we've talked about the new Planet of the Apes franchise (Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes). In a very rare feat, somewhat similar to the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise from last month's blogs, the quality of these PotA movies increases with each one. Today, we have reached the current apex of the franchise. While all of these movies are pretty great, War is the best, just eeking by Dawn from last week. The biggest reason this movie is the best in the franchise is the same reason why all of these movies have been as good as they are:
Andy Serkis.
I've been waiting to talk about Andy Serkis for a couple of weeks now, but figured I should wait till this movie to talk about him. Serkis is, far and away, the greatest motion-capture actor of all time. You may not think of much when you read that sentence, but let me give you a list of the characters Serkis has played over the years:
Gollum (LOTR and The Hobbit)
King Kong (King Kong, 2005)
Caesar (Planet of the Apes)
Supreme Leader Snoke (Star Wars)
The guy has been part of some of the most famous franchises of all time, all without showing his actual face on screen. Granted, Serkis is a great actor in his own right, but there's something about his mo-cap performances that is a step above. Motion capture is an art, and Serkis has almost perfected it. It's amazing to see the progress they've made in motion capture since Serkis' first go at Gollum back in 2001, but regardless of the progress they've made, Serkis has always made his characters convincing and the most captivating people on screen.
I’ll never get over how cool it is that they’re able to do stuff like this.
War for the Planet of the Apes rocks. Everyone should go watch this reboot of the Planet of the Apes franchise from start to finish.
We've got Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes coming next week. Stay tuned.
Do They Say the Title of the Movie In the Movie: Again, I’d applaud them if they were able to fit this in.
Chance My Dad Cries While Watching This: 87%
No, But Really: This is the best Planet of the Apes movie of the new batch. It’s truly remarkable what this franchise has been able to produce quality-wise and special effects-wise. The apes feel so real and are so relatable, it’s unbelievable. This reboot trilogy of the franchise ends with an absolute banger of a movie and closes Caesar’s journey beautifully. Like I’ve said about the other movies in this franchise, they’re all good and are all worth the watch. They’re all high-quality; this one just barely ekes out a win over the 2 that came before it.
-The Capitals have advanced in the playoffs.
—Watching sports at work is really fun.
—-The Orioles aren’t very good (I’m sad).
-—-I’m planning on seeing 4 movies in theaters this weekend (wish me luck).
——-I swear I have a life and friends.
———This is not a cry for help.
Please tell me you have dash cam video of the Pink Pony Club portions of the trip
The mere mention of Pink Pony Club has made it my earworm for the day so thanks for that.