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Anyway, I kept walking up 6th Avenue, and when I was about a block away from Blockbuster I heard my name being called. I should say that there are so many people in this world named Chris that I don't really hear it when people call out, "Chris!" It's usually for someone else. I happened to look around this time because I was really the only person on the sidewalk, and so I figured there was a small chance that it might actually be for me this time. And sure enough, it was none other than Travis Medak driving by in a beat-up white pickup truck. Hadn't seen him in ages.

I walked around the whole of Blockbusters looking for a good flick to view. There are a ton of movies out that I want to see, but for some reason I wasn't in the mood to see hardly none of them. I didn't want anything too intense or smart or brainy; I just wanted some mindless fun. So eventually I settled on The Rundown. Seemed like good, mindless fun.

I stopped by The Bead Factory on the way home to pick up my jacket again, then settled down with some slices of salami and some granola bars and some Slim Jims and watched The Rundown. It wasn't bad at all. It was actually really funny. It was a bit over-directed, though. I'll write a review of it soon, honest (tee-hee).

I called Geoff to see if he could take me down to Fools Play because Carrie had the 'Yota and I didn't really want to drive the crappy old Ford all the way to Oly and back. He said they were coming down from Seattle and could stop by and grasp me. Neighbor Gary stopped by to pick up his keys (I had been watching Phod while Gary was in Vegas). He also dropped off this completely awesome picture:

Take a close look at "Indiana's" face. Anyway, Geoff & Brandy were late picking me up because they "lost track of time" (i.e., they were too busy making out). We went to Geoff's folks' house to switch cars because Brandy didn't want to drive even though she has the best car out of the three of us. We got into Geoff/Travis's Festiva. I sat in the back, and the floor there was so full of musical equipment that I had to sit sideways. At one point on the way down my left leg started falling asleep, so I had to stick it in the gap between Brandy and Geoff, and Brandy noticed this big-assed bruise on my shin. I have no idea how it got there. It must be from when Carrie beats me.

Fools Play was pretty cool because Carrie, Gary, and Trevor all came to see it, and so did the Weiths, Roland and Pat. And Taisha and Brandy were there too. And all five of the Fools. It was a good, funny show, although my brother was out of control with inappropriate sexual humor. He's been like that on stage a lot recently. I did my annual "peep show" in which I cram dozens of Easter Peeps in my mouth on the pretense of doing a scene. Geoff & I did the Cave Bros., and we "discovered" a bottle of hand/body lotion that ended up all over the curtains and each other. The best part of that was when Geoff poured goops of it in each hand and then we gave each other a double high-five. The resulting explosion of lotion was truly wondrous to behold. We filmed this episode so that Geoff could put some of the footage on his tryout reel for the Circus, so hopefully both that scene and my peep show came out good.

Afterwards it didn't seem like anybody was going to go out or anything, so I hopped into the 'Yota was Carrie & the Crew. We stopped by the Oly Jack in the Box for some late-night cravings. Then the three of us boyz fell right asleep (me because I was crashing from all the sugar in the Peeps, Gary because he was exhausted from just coming back from Vegas, and Trevor because it was past his bedtime). We swung by the store so that Carrie could pick up the deposit money. It was kind of funny she said. It felt creepy going into the store in the middle of the night when it was dark and taking all of the money out of the safe. Not quite kosher.

We dropped the boyz off at their homes and went home and basically were asleep before our heads hit the pillow.

I had a crazy, really long dream about this very strange hotel in Vegas where I was staying with some other people (who might have been my brother, Geoff, Gary, Amy Smart, and a couple of adults I don't know). I ended up naked at several parts during the dream, at one point having to walk all the way across a playfield to collect my clothes, which had been moved. At one point when I was taking a shower in my room someone broke in and stole all of my DVDs and video games and electronic stuff. David Letterman was also filming a show in the hotel across the way, so a whole bunch of us were going over there to watch his show, and somebody had printed out a big (like two feet by two feet) photo of Dave's face to hold up in the audience. At one point we had to climb a strange tower inside another tower to get to a restaurant. It was like that one level of Castlevania 64.

A very strange dream, but at no point was it the least bit unpleasant to me, even when I was naked.

Then the twain of us drove down to south Tacoma and met with Jonathan C. Griffin so as John could give Geoff a camera with which we can film Fools Play this weekend. Then Geoff dropped me back off at home.

I was gonna cook pork chops for dinner, but instead Carrie called and said we were going over to Dylan's for dinner with Geoff, Christine, Brandy, and Dylan (of course). Christine cooked this yummy creamy chicken sauce pasta thing. Dylan demonstrated some ninja sword stuff. Afterwards everyone except Carrie watched Signs on DVD. In retrospect I should have gone home with Carrie; I felt so much like an odd man out with Dylan/Christine on one side of me and Brandy/Geoff on the other, and me without anyone right in the middle. That part wasn't too much fun. Odd man out is the feeling I enjoy having the least out of all of them, and it seems to be happening a lot to me recently. Carrie showed up to pick me back up approximatley 30 seconds after the movie ended, which was freakin' great timing.