The movie Hard Ticket to Hawaii involves a snake contaminated with cancer, a frisbee booby trapped with razor blades and a man named Rowdy destroying a blow up doll with a bazooka. So it would be hard to have a bad time watching the movie under any conditions but last night’s Blogtown movie night meet up was GREAT! Patrick Coleman made excellent popcorn and told a heartwarming story about his stepdad, no one got a ticket for drinking in the parking lot and, hey, everyone stuck around to help clean up.
Randal Schwartz, who graciously helped tape up the screen, also took a bunch of photos of the night, so check them out to see the real-life people you know from the blog comments.
- Matt Davis: Totally at ease.
Final boobie count for the movie: eight.
I AM SO MAD I HAD TO MISS THIS.
Also, when is the next one please?
Who is that distinguished gentleman sitting next to Matt Davis?
@pork chop, that would be ujfoyt.
You missed one hell of a movie, Kiala. Not everyday you get to see a sex doll blown up by a bazooka.
Thanks for hosting us Merc, I had a great time meeting all of you and enjoying some pure fucking art. Probably too great of a time, since I ended up drunkenly shuffling the three miles from 21st and Sandy to roughly 9th & Alberta.
In between, I failed to flag down about seventeen cabs (apparently this isn’t NY) and had to ditch a Dahmer-esque drunk young guy who was on the verge of crying/starting fights with random people. He told me he was gay three times, bought two huge cans of Fosters for us, and I left him on the ground after politely declining to accompany him to the bushes to help him urinate.
I dumped the 99% full Foster’s can into a yard (sorry) as soon as I was certain he wasn’t following me.
Lessons learned: 1) don’t forget your cell phone. 2) If you do, borrow someone else’s and call a cab 3) Buses don’t run nearly as often at 1AM as you might expect when you are drunk. 4) the film taught me to be more suspicious of unknown frisbee partners.
Good times.
Colin, that sort of seems like a fitting end to a slightly ridiculous night.
Thanks for coming, everybody. It was fun.
@cc, So that’s what I did after leaving the club. Thanks for reminding me, but you could have at least drank the beer I bought you.
It was a blast! Fantastic idea.
The only way that movie could have been any better is if they’d included the Frisbee con planning session.
“We know he plays Frisbee, so let’s engage him in a game and then throw a Frisbee full of knives at his head”
“Can’t he just shoot him? We have at least 50 guns”
“No”
“How about we just run up and throw the Frisbee full of knives at him?”
“The Frisbee with knives is the wrong color. He won’t try to catch it unless we introduce the concept of a differently colored Frisbee.”
“OK, but can you do this without seducing anyone?”
“No”
Great movie. So many hard bodies!
The bazooka exploding the sex doll was my favorite part.
We should watch another movie next month!
@ atomic. What about watching the conversation in which the movie’s plot was hatched?
“Needs more intensity.”
“What about a snake? Those are intense.”
“Not intense enough.”
“What about a snake that eats people?”
“Mmm, closer.”
“A toxic snake!”
“Now we’re talking! A scary and sick toxic snake!”
“A sick toxic snake that eats people!”
“It has to have an intense sickness.”
“Cancer?”
“No, more intense.”
“Rat cancer?”
“Fuck yeah!”
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Can we watch the same movie next month?
Yes, ’cause i had to miss it, and it sounds like a hoot and a half!
We could keep going through all eight movies in the series. I think I have four or five of the DVDs. 🙂
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOBbmdJTLdE
That’s a clip of the blow up doll being shot with a rocket.
I think that’s me sitting next to Matt.
@ Jonser:
“The fourth act is falling a little flat after the harpooning.”
“So… toilet snake?”
“Toilet snake.”
I must say that I had a great time last night. I had no idea I was sitting next to Matt Davis. Some of us had name tags, but it was too dark to read them. Maybe it would be a good idea to have every one stand up and introduce themselves to the group. I vote for seeing the rest of the series. PACs monologue must have been somewhat painful for him. Another good movie from the past would be Tom Jones. I forgot to tell AH how much I laughed at her “best throwin’ panties” remark. I can hardly wait for the next one. Thanks Merc for the night out.
Ugh could this get anymore fricken cheesy? Not to be a downer but I am afraid that these kind of get togethers only lead to poor hiring choices (hi Will)
“I had no idea I was sitting next to Matt Davis.” (I hear you buddy, I thought you were sitting next to Mister Salty. Ease up on the cardio,Davis, Manrexia is not a good look.)
Oh and I am not sure what’s worse the ucky (prob smelly) brown couch or the creepy, fashion challenged, hipsters sitting on it.
Burn these fugly pics before Margorie Skinner see’s them and quits.
Graham, was the eight boobie count refering to how many times they were flashed? Cuz they (usually) come in pairs, so if they were flashed 8 times, the actual count would be 16. But, then, who was counting.
ujfoyt, there a total of 8 unique boobs shown. Four different women showed both of their boobs. Some of the showed their boobs on screen more than once, but we didn’t count non-unique instances.
Okey-dokey.
I just realized that “distinguished gentleman” must be code for fat, hairy old fart. If not, that is the nicest thing anyone has called me for a long time.