Bosoms, not Blossoms

Update: view the silent film mentioned below HERE, NOW!

To usher in spring break means to drink our dinner (pre- and post) at Hotel Figueroa before ordering pizza to Cha Cha Lounge. Academic freedom, if there is any, bears the tragic anecdote of how-not-to-lose-part-of-one's-brain-to-archival-cause. Midst pre-teen rendezvous and mid-twenties consensus, we were a happy survivor group last night.

Adjourning to Colin and Nicole's abode for their wedding film. If you know these people, you know they've had more up their sleeves when holding their wedding in LA's old silent movie theatre. And since showing powerpoint projections of hallmark-style childhood photos and romantic serenades was out of the question, my favourite couple made their very own silent film hybridizing Nosferatu and Metropolis. As Orflock the vampire finally walked off with his bride Maria the robot after fighting off Manny the Mechanic and Jonanthan the vampire hunter, we wanted them to hold their wedding again so that we could too, perhaps, get a part, late as we are to their scripted brilliance. The film beats any progeneration, for sure.

The night drew to a finale with Colin strumming the guitar to Jon Bon Jovi, Indigo Girls, Bee Gees, Cyndi Lauper and his self-penned song, 'Uncle Touchy' about an anoynymously amourous professor. The same guy who sets off fumes in classes also makes 'Girls just wanna have fun' the most melancholy song ever. My long day and blisters from my new red BCBG pumps (I'll wear them forever even with blood) meant that I skipped on joining Sam and Lauren at Akbar, which on hindsight was rather regrettable. Oh well, have fun at San Fran love, there ain't no spring till you get back.