Yesterday, on my commute home, I heard on NPR that is was the 40th anniversary of the St. Louis Arch. This was kind of exciting for me, because I really like the Arch. It's probably my favorite thing about this city - it's majestic and always sends shivers up my spine when I see it rising above the skyline. So, I hear the story on NPR, and I wonder why I didn't find out about this from the local news... and then it hits me: I actively avoid the local news. Because I think it's drivel. But I thought, in the spirit of ... something ... my link to the story on the arch should be from local St. Louis news. But all they had was this (I officially have "No Comment" about what one gives a national landmark on the occasion of it's 40th birthday). So I'm back to my "local news is drivel" thesis.
After work I had 2 parties to attend - I felt so popular. The first was the law school infused party with ghost shaped jello shots. There can be nothing wrong with that. The hostess was wearing a slip covered with the word "freud." She was a freudian slip! I really thought that was clever...
Then, on to the 2nd party - the one with cheesy horror films and a trip to the pet cemetery. My coworker E-Liz was hosting it, and JD1.0 supplied the films. The group of us settle in with party snacks and "hot sugary wine" to watch Chopping Mall. Now, I had never heard of this film before, but approximately 20 minutes into the movie I could have told you who was going to live and who was going to die. We all clapped when the porn star like girl's head exploded, we all waited for Susie to die after she forced the girls out of the ventilation system. We noticed a disturbing lack of pulse checking of the supposedly dead by survivors, though. Apparently, in Chopping Mall, if you fall, you're a goner. Too bad for you.
After Chopping Mall we headed to the Pet Cemetery. We park at the IHOP, walk through the Batteries Plus parking lot, and into the pet cemetery. We're greated by this sign:
But we decide that we ARE on official cemetery business, so we're allowed. The cemetery was very old, and full of graves from the 1930s. Our favorite was the cat named Monkey, from 1938. I am a huge fan of naming pets after other animals.
Now, that gravestone wasn't very elaborate. Don't be fooled. This is a fancy-schmancy upscale pet cemetery. Observe:
And Court and J-Wat wanted their picture taken with the dog statues. And they wanted it posted on the blog.
Don't say I'm not acommedating!!
Then we headed back to E-Liz's to watch The Fog. And I screamed at Jamie Lee Curtis the entire movie. Because she was a dirty hitchhiking whore.