A Movie a Day and Other Weekend Happenings

The weekend felt a lot shorter than two days (and some odd hours). I got off work on Friday, blinked three times and suddenly it was Monday again. Note to self: no more blinking.

On Friday, I visited the folks for dinner. When I arrived, my mom held up a rent-one-get-one-free coupon from Hollywood Video and asked, "Why don't you go with your father and pick out a funny movie for us to watch?" I went through my entire mental catalog of movies, applied the clean-family-fun filter and could only come up with Garden State (Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle didn't quite make the cut). This was my second viewing and I still found it quirky, likable and full of good music. The parents thought the film was mildly amusing, but too vulgar. Apparently, my filter overlooked the considerable quantity of cussing.

On Saturday, we went to Just Breakfast for breakfast. Upon opening the newly designed menu, I was disappointed to discover that Just Breakfast now serves lunch on the weekdays. What's up with that? If you're going to name your business after the only meal you serve, shouldn't you only serve that meal? As it stands, they should call themselves Just Not Dinner. Despite offering a new selection of sandwiches to please the noontime crowd, their pancakes are still some of the best I've tasted.

Later that evening, M and I tried Izakaya Sushi, one of a handful of Japanese restaurants in Morgan Hill. The restaurant is on the second floor of the same two-story office building as Booksmart (the local bookstore) and Just Breakfast. I had the sashimi dinner, which was decent. The best thing about Izakaya is the view from the front table. From there, one can see most of the downtown district that lines Monterey Road, including Caffee Kaffee Vin and the old Granada Theatre.

Afterwards, we watched Rat Race, which had a few laugh-out-loud moments, but wasn't as funny as the first time I saw it however many years ago.

Sunday was spent knocking domestic items off the to do list. The washing machine and vacuum cleaner were heavily used, as were a number of cleaning supplies. To reward myself for successfully pretending to be an adult for more than an hour, I finished reading The Art of Discworld, a Christmas gift from my sister. Admittedly, it wasn't as much "reading" as it was "looking at the pictures", but how rewarding would an art book be with only words? Paul Kidby's artistic ability amazes me. I love his interpretation of various characters found in Terry Pratchett's hilarious series of books, especially Sam Vimes.

To finish the day, we watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The film is nearly sixteen years old, but is still one of my all-time favorites.

With this entry, I'm currently three posts behind my entry-a-day resolution. Perhaps, if I can keep myself awake on the homeward bound train, I'll punch out one more for laughs. No promises though. The light rail is still a bed-on-wheels.