Gosh, it’s so hard to update daily – even if it’s a rant (yes, I know there’s plenty to rant about – but I get ranter’s block, okay?)… There just isn’t enough to say some days. And yes, it might be a testament to how much is not going on in my life at the moment.

Anyways, since it was a Saturday night, Adele and I decided to go out – and boy did we make the most of it. Had dinner at P.F. Chang’s (we had the prix-fixe menu, which we couldn’t finish – and so we skipped the entree and went straight for dessert after the soup and appetizer) and headed out to watch Where the Wild Things Are because that’s what all the cool kids are doing.

Where the Wild Things Are was actually pretty good… considering the hype and expectations. The soundtrack (with Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the helm) that accompanied the music was really well done and set the wild mood, I suppose. The little boy did a good job, too, and the monsters were – well, emo (and I mean that in the best definition of that word). But 5 years’ in the making? I don’t know. The animatronics and facial expressions of the monsters were great but it didn’t really feel like a massive, time-consuming production. Or maybe that was the point? Oh, and in case you were wondering how they managed to expand a 20-page book into a full-length movie with a story… well, I won’t spoil it for you – but if you are looking for a point to the plot – don’t. Enjoy it for what it is; a childhood fantasy with action, adventure and monsters. And leave it at that.

Anyways, we went over to The Blank afterwards to check out The Heavy – a band from the South of England. I really, really liked them. They remind me of the good-ol-days when rock-and-roll was about getting off your ass and dancing and bobbing to the beat. Kind of Sabbath meets Hendrix meets Jet meets Cage the Elephant. Well, you’ll get the idea if you listen to some of their stuff on their site. They were amazingly fun to talk to as well, they all signed my CD and the singer leaned in and channeled some Frank Sinatra when I commented on his crooner-style (he uses one of those old-school crooner-ish silver mics – ala Rat Pack era). Swoon.

Quite a night, eh? Now all I want to do is kick off my shoes, throw my legs over the sofa and sip some hot chocolate.