Obnoxious Moviegoers

I just came home from watching Cop Out at Regal Theatres Dole Cannery with my parents. Since the movie has been out for a while, there were only about 10 of us in a theater that could probably hold well over 400 people.

What are the odds that of the seven other people there tonight, one would have to be an obnoxious moviegoer? Apparently, the odds are pretty good. One row in front of us about five seats to the left was the most obnoxious man I've encountered in a long time.

First of all, he's one of those damn people who talk in a booming voice all the time. I could hear his pre-movie conversation loud and clear. When the previews started, he proceeded to comment on every single one of them. It was like listening to the audio commentary on a DVD.

Then, during the movie this guy thought he was so clever with all his side comments and observations. He even blessed us by repeat some of the film's jokes. It was like watching another film just listening to him.

While the movie was pretty funny, there was no need to laugh at every single joke (or perceived joke) yet our movie friend did just that. Tracy Morgan was on his game in this movie, but this guy was seriously over doing it with the yukking around.

Was he just in a tremendously happy mood or was he trying to be an ass on purpose? It's hard to tell.

You've Got A Cute . . .

WARNING: Any male readers may want to turn away at this point in the blog. I'm going to get into girly topics. You've been warned.

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Most females I know would be happy to be on the receiving end of a statement like, "You've got a cute . . ." no matter what is being complimented nor who is doing the complimenting.

For instance:

"You've got a cute purse."

or

"You've got a cute dog."

or

"You've got a cute smile."

or even

"You've got a cute butt."

But today I got the oddest compliment of all . . .

"You've got a cute cervix."

[See male readers. I told you to turn back at the start of this thing.]

First of all, isn't that the oddest thing you've ever heard or what? Secondly, can a cervix even be cute? I mean, to be honest, I don't even know what one looks like so I guess I can't really be a good judge of cervixes, but that's not a body part that I naturally think of when I think of "cute."

So, obviously I went to the OB/GYN today and got the engine overhauled. Not only did my doc check to make sure the headlights were working, she looked under the hood as well. After a bit of poking around to make sure none of the wires were crossed and that all the lines were clear, she sat back and made the crack about a cute cervix.

To make matters even weirder, I guess the place I go to is a teaching hospital/clinic. My doc had a med student with her and this is who she was really speaking to when she made the cervix comment. Of course, the med student didn't answer her (she was probably as shocked as I to hear about a cute cervix) so maybe the doc was just thinking aloud.

So anyone else had any weird experiences in the doctor's office?

2010 Honolulu Festival Photos & Video

Here are the pictures I took at this weekend's Honolulu Festival. I didn't end up staying too long even though it was my first time there. I was surprised at how empty the place was and am not too sure what the cause was. Lack of advertising? Decrease in tourism? Who knows.

2010 Honolulu Festival

Yesterday I was able to check out the 2010 Honolulu Festival at the convetion center. Haven't had time to download the pictures and video that I shot, but I'll try to do that tomorrow.

It was the first time I attended this little cultural sharing event, and I found it interesting. People from all over came to share their customs through song, dance, film and demonstrations. I was totally hoping there'd be tons of food booths. However, I was disappointed in that aspect.

While there, I caught a few performances on the inner and outer stages, cruised through the craft tables and watched the movie Hula Girls. The movie was awesome and my review can be found at Movie Addicts Club. I wanted to stay for the second movie, Departures, but I didn't really have time. I'm still planning to watch it via Netflix though and will definitely post a review.

One Step Closer To The Big 3-0

Tomorrow, sometime around dinner time, I will officially turn 29 years old. At that point in time, the count down begins to the big 3-0. Yes, I realize I still have all of my 29th year to live, but really who cares about that?

I don't know if it's a big deal for most dudes, but I'm pretty sure it's a big deal for most girls to turn 30. When that day comes (a year and a day from now) my plan is to cheer (Whoo hoo, 30 is officially an adult!) and cry (Boo hoo, 30 is officially the death of childhood!) at the same time.

In the meantime, I intend to ignore the fact that 30 is creeping up on me. I plan to shove my fingers in my ears and sing "la, la, la, la, la" so that I do not remind myself that I have yet to accomplish all the things that my 10-year-old self set out to do by age 20. 'Cause really, who needs that kind of pressure anyway?

I hope to enjoy year 29 as much as I have the previous 28 years. I will not consider how old I've gotten (or how fat). Nor will I ponder how much longer I have to live on this Earth (or how many more year's I'll have to keep working. That's even more depressing than thinking about death).

Instead, I will take each day as it comes and hope for the best . . . like a knock on the door from Publisher's Clearinghouse or meeting my very own billionaire sugar daddy in line at McDonalds. Aren't those quite possibly the best things to hope for?

Carry-O-Key Party

I just got home from a work karaoke party celebrating the promotion of my new VP. I sorta had no choice whether or not I could go. You know, it's one of those things. You gotta show face and at least stay for the food.

Surprisingly I ended up staying for the entire shindig . . . and actually sang some songs. It's a miracle that I sang in front of all these strangers (VP's family and friends) and the folks from work, including the executive VP. Pretty much all the work people that came have really great voices. We were joking that having a good singing voice was part of the pre-reqs for upper management.

My boss came to this party too, but my other two co-workers didn't show up. One always has church things to do on Sundays. I'm not sure what the other's excuse will be. My boss, of course, didn't sing any songs. Kinda like a stick in the mud that way. Half the time it looked like he was sleeping (I seriously think his eyes were closed). Why would you come if you don't participate and engage with other people?

Worst of all, my boss even tried to finalize some things for tomorrow's morning event. However, I brushed him off with a shrug because it's not my event and I'm not responsible for how it goes. If he was worried about it, he should address these concerns to my co-worker, who is running this project. Bascially I'm just an extra pair of hands to help out tomorrow. She said she didn't need anything and I'm taking her word for it, even if I feel like all hell will break loose tomorrow.

Tax Time

I started getting my stuff together to do my taxes today. I usually file through Turbo Tax since I don't have a lot of deductions to make. I've gotta figure out how much I can throw into my Roth IRA this year. I also have to figure out whether I should roll over the funds in my Traditional IRA to my Roth IRA. I guess it's better to do it now while I'm in a lower tax bracket. Still, it's just extra work that I don't know if I want to deal with. Hopefully I'll get a refund at the end of all this torture.