Fighting whores for cigarettes...

Mmmmm....saw Hairspray tonight.

It was actually a pretty nice, uplifting movie. Fun, a good message, lots of eye candy...ok, maybe not lots, but watching frame after frame of Zach Efron did not hurt me in any way.

And when he's lying in bed singing to Tracy's picture...so hot. And when he winks at the camera, fully close up...so hot.

Apparently I was not the only one in the theatre to think so. The two 14-year-old girls sitting in front of us squealed at various moments when Zach was doing his sexy thing. Now, I'm not one to squeal in public (or private for that matter, save nocturnal activities) but I agreed with them completely.

Strangely enough, he never took his shirt off...something tells me in his next movie there will be some unabashed marketing of his body. But damn he looked good in those tight pants...

...what was I talking about?...

Ah yes, the movie. Overall not as 'amazing' as I thought it would be, but lots of fun. The singing didn't thrill me to death, except Queen Latifah who was brilliant. Same on the acting score-card, even though people turned in relatively decent performances, there was an air of "We're making a fun movie, and we know it!" that showed. Kudos to Michelle Pfeiffer and Allison Janey, who's turns as uber-bitches went over smashingly.

I left feeling pretty good, and I still have a tap in my toes. Dropped off my friend, and headed to another friend's birthday thing at one of our few bars. Nice to see people from high school who I don't ever call up outside of these types of functions, and apparently people were glad to see me, which always makes you feel good.

The thing that first grabbed me is how good people looked. Of the 4 guys who were there at the time I was, all had lost weight since high school and looked pretty good. Not that anyone was overweight, but they've all gotten a little slimmer than before. What was great was, I've lost weight and look the best I ever did too...

But of course that brought on the inevitable, "Do I look as good as they do?" Nobody commented on how everybody looked pretty damn good, because, you know, straight guys don't go in for that shit.

I stayed for a while, had a beer and caught up with the people I knew. Finally, I packed it in, because the 'party' was dying off. Overall a fun night out, and different from the one's I've had recently.