Sherb goes to the movies.

Well, Sherb has been to see a couple of movies these past few weeks. The first of course is the previously mentioned midnight showing of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. It should come as no surprise that I arrived wearing my Las Vegas visor and aviator sunglasses (not an easy task after dark but something I've become accustomed to).

Upon sitting down in the nearly packed movie house, the gentleman seated to my left, noticing my get-up and boldly stated, "Let's get down to brass tacks." I was pleased that he was quoting a more obscure line from the second half of the movie and knew I'd be in for a good time with my new neighbor. In unison we finished the line, "How much for the ape?" Much to the annoyance of those around us, the two of us laughed like buffoons finding humor in scene that most failed to noticed. When my new friend opened a can of beer I thought that I would be nominating him for a spot on the Sherbtastics. Sadly, he failed to make the list for two reasons. One, he never offered me a beer. Two, he was trying too hard to conceal the beer. None of the screwheads at a midnight showing of Fear and Loathing would have given a shit to rat you out. Too bad, you had potential my friend.

A few weeks ago Arlo noticed I wasn't my usual Sherbalicious self. He wisely suggested a bottle of rum and a trip to see Pirates of the Caribbean. That Arlo sure is smart. Taking Arlo up on the offer, I felt the need to really get into things and but on my best red pirate bandana and my eye patch (everyone really should have one, they do come in handy). Handing the ticked to the ticket collector guy I let out my best ARRRRGGGGHHHH! His reply came in a thick European accent? "Ooookay, enjoy the movie."

Why can't I just go to the movies like a normal human being?

Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb