my night, my night
After deciding to not spend another
Saturday night at home, I did what any singleton would do – I went to movies,
alone, on date night. My options were
pretty limited so Batman Begins it was.
Not sure how busy it might be, I headed
out early so that I could see another if BB was sold out. Luck on my side, got
my ticket and off to the bar I went to have a cocktail before the show. My
regular pre-show spot, Buena Vista, served up the most lovely Tequila
Sunrise.
~tangent~
while enjoying my TS, I started
flipping through my mobile and came across a phone number that I have saved in
the memory, a german mobile number tagged as Robert. I was baffled who’s number
this could be. I don’t remember anyone
named Robert from germany? There was Swedish Robert but I knew I didn’t save
his number. And since the beginning of the year I’ve been so busy with work
that I haven’t even considered trying to meet anyone new, so who could this
character be? Was the number on the phone that I inherited? No, I’m sure I
cleared all numbers when I got it. I considered sending a TM to somehow,
tactfully, find out who this was but graciously decided against it. When all of the sudden it dawned on me –
Robert was a guy I met once in a neighborhood bar, Yours, back in January or
February when I used to go all the time with my GF, Ken. Let me explain, it’s not as bad as it
sounds.
Yours is the American Sports bar in my
neighborhood [you know, that’s where I watched the SuperBowl in the middle of
the night] and being such, lots of Americans go there. One evening, Ken and I
were sitting at the bar and as usual, Ken was ready to leave before me so I
stayed and ended up talking with the
young man that was sitting next to me. He’s studying or working at the university here in Frankfurt, something
really tough like astrophysics or rocket science, and anyway, somehow I ended
up mentioning that I speak Polish (probably because I always feel like I have
to justify why I won’t speak german). Just so happens he has some Polish in his background too and asked if I’d help him learn some so he
could call a relative he still has over there. So I said sure and we exchanged numbers. I didn’t think about again.
Mystery Solved!
~end tangent~
So I finished my TS and to the cinema I
went. Big theatre, not many people - so
I got an ideal seat. Now about the
movie: Let me tell you, Christian Bale looks great wearing a harness, hell he’d
look great wearing nothing at all. < hmm, imagination hard at work >
So story was good; answered all those
nagging questions about the bat cave, where he got the cool car and why bats; you know,
important daunting questions that keeps one up at night. Not sure I liked Alfred’s attitude in this movie, he was just
too familiar with Bruce; not that uptight, formal butler that I am used to
(Michael Caine is always likable though). The villain, too realistic not so
comic book, like Joker or Riddler. And the girl, well her acting is just bad,
same as that horrible show she was on. Luckily, she didn’t have a lot of dialogue but true to form of actresses
that can’t act (well, any actress really), she did get the gratuitous nipples blazing scene. It was so
pathetic, she had to be tweaking, there was no way it was THAT cold.
And the end was a perfect set up for
the next movie (which we’ve already seen). So now between Star Wars and this
movie, I’ve had enough of the prequels. I would like to see something new and
original.
Then I needed to get
home. The movie ended at 1:45 and the
last u-bahn home left at 1:35 so I figure I’ll just catch a cab. I start walking in the direction of home
along a street that I know has a lot of taxi traffic but no luck, I ended up walking all the way home. Actually, it was
quite nice. It wasn’t hot out since the
rain cooled things down and the city was still buzzing so it wasn’t any
different than walking home during the day. The only danger though at night is that you can’t see when someone
hasn’t cleaned up after their dog – but I was very, very careful.
