Ahh… another spot of tea before the early morning workout.
So I didn’t get home early as planned. When last I wrote, I was about to board the 3:24 train to Chicago. That was so crazy packed, me and a commuting buddy, Griff, decided to drop back for a bit to The Lantern, which is the closest bar to the Lake Forest train station. There we enjoyed a couple of whiskeys on the rocks (I took up Maker’s Mark). We then tried the 4:24 train.
That lasted until Highwood. Two stops into the commute home we were packed standing room only in the vestibule of one of the cars. Griff, with his briefcase and me with my computer bag and a gym bag… more people were cramming into each other and I was uncomfortable as hell. So we hopped out to one of the many nearby Highwood establishments… and we proceeded to have more whiskey. Why not?
As we sat in this quiet bar (I can’t remember the name of it), we huddled around a dude with his laptop who had a download of “Rambo.” Will is correct: it is a fantastically violent movie. Unfortunately, I can only give it a 6 out of 10. It’s clearly the most realistic carnage I’ve seen in an action movie. Unfortunately, that’s part of the problem. There’s no cheekiness. Rambo III? There was a pithy Afghani sidekick. Rambo II? Not so much, but at least you had Col. Trautman huffing away over how he put his own man in an unwinnable situation. Here you had Rambo just going ape-shit, hell-bent on destroying anyone who gets in his way. Don’t get me wrong, he mows down the bad guys with extreme prejudice, but there’s only so many limbs being blown off that i can take in an hour and forty-five minutes.
Especially after four Maker’s Marks.
I got home at my normal time, but admittedly in a very pacified state. Suzy had some onion soup waiting for me. I then proceeded to help troubleshoot a crashing hard drive in my next-door neighbor’s computer. After about a half-hour, it’s clear that the case is just getting hot when it’s on all day long, and that’s messing things up.