Weekend Update

The weekend started off well at Live Blog 05, where I met up with fellow DC bloggers Kathryn On, DC Cookie, Rob of DCist, and Rock Creek Rambler. It was very cool to meet the people behind the blogs. Eyebar was not at all what I expected (I was thinking it would be more Eurotrash and way more crowded) and a pretty decent place for a happy hour. Later that evening, bryc3 and Karen came over and we had some drinks on the roof. mmm, cold Bud in a can. We had an interesting discussion about The Outsiders. Stay gold, Ponyboy.

On Saturday, Brian and I headed out to the suburbs for visits to Target and the CD Cellar. Why is it that I never leave Target without spending at least 50 bucks? I go in there for one $10, and next thing I know, I have a whole cart full of stuff. If the Columbia Heights Target ever opens, things are going to get ugly. While in the burbs, we saw Batman Begins, which was pretty good. It started off pretty slowly, and I kept wondering when they were ever going to get to the Batsuit, but in the end, all that exposition worked well for the story. I saw the preview for the Dukes of Hazzard movie for the second weekend in a row. It looks unbelievably bad. I know the TV show wasn’t exactly Shakespeare, but was it this dumb?

Saturday evening, Nathan stopped by for a drink on his way to a show at the Cat. (I like this whole getting people to come over for drinks so we don’t have to go out thing.) Later, we watched Shattered Glass. This movie is really amazing. It’s the true story of a reporter at the New Republic who was discovered to have fabricated most of his stories. I know a little about the New Republic from a friend who worked there a few years ago. The episode portrayed in the film happened several years before my friend got there, but knowing a bit about the magazine gave some extra context. Hayden Christensen seems like such a whiny little bitch in the Star Wars movies, but he’s actually very good here, playing a lying, manipulative, needy, but also charming character. Peter Sarsgaard basically steals the movie, playing the editor who finally begins to notice there is a problem. (I should say for the record that this problem is perhaps more interesting to those in the journalistic profession than it would be to everyone else.)

Sunday was a pretty low-key day. We spent some time doing family stuff (no, we still haven’t set a date, and no, pregnancy jokes are not funny, people). In the evening, we watched Pretty in Pink, which to my amazement, Brian had never seen. I won’t say anything here, because I think Pretty in Pink deserves its own post.