"Superbad"-ass and the Big Nasty

Yesterday was a highly productive day at work. For one thing, we haven't yet scared off Kevin. The press release I wrote for a client at last minute on Wednesday afternoon went out and...was picked up by the Kansas City Star. Woot! More importantly, said press release has generated awareness of our product in that market, and I'm looking forward to my trip there next week.

After work, Michelle and Kevin and I drove to Kenner to catch a screening of "Superbad," which hits theaters today. On the way, we stopped at a McAlister's near the Esplanade Mall, where I promptly ordered the "Big Nasty."

Oh yes, you read that correctly. Let me type that again - the "Big Nasty."

The Big Nasty, as conceived by Saints running back Deuce McAllister (oh, the humanity), consists of an open-faced sammich - whole wheat bread covered with roast beef, gravy, cheese and green onions.

To be fair, I *did* eat a salad on the side. And I left half of the sammich for D., who met us at the theater. I suppose at that point you'd have to call it a Moderately-Sized Nasty.

"Superbad" was super bad-ass. Written by Seth Rogen (from "Knocked Up") and his childhood best friend when they were 12 (wow, I'm such an underachiever), the film achieves what most Adam Sandler movies can't - it's funny from start to finish without missing a beat, and you actually care about the characters. They're more than one-dimensional, and the script is viciously funny. The cast hits every nuance of awkward high schoolish behavior and rhetoric perfectly, and there were so many quotables from the film, I can't possibly remember them all. Some examples:

"My friends taught me never to meet a chick in a bar. You need to go somewhere social, non-threatening - like spin class or a farmer's market or the pumpkin patch, given the time of year."

"He's...not usually this drunk when he does that."

"Break yo-self, foo!"

GENIUS. Now don't get me wrong - I quote "Happy Gilmore," "The Waterboy," and "Billy Madison" just like every other twentysomething. But I adored the sense of humor permeating Judd Apatow's phenomenal failure of a TV show, "Freaks and Geeks," and I'm so pleased that the films bearing his stamp are so incredibly successful now. They deserve to be. They're crude, funny and alternately worthy of a solid wince, but they always have a heart.

In short, stop reading this and go see the film. You can thank me later.

After the movie, all of us met up with Dave the Banker at Dos Jefes, a cigar bar on Tchoupitoulas. Say it with me: Tchoupitoulas.

Perhaps a pronounciation guide would help? Sure thing - Chop-ee-CHEW-las. How awesome of a street name is that?

And now here I sit, fearfully checking each subsequent forecast out of the National Hurricane Center, watching Dean trend further north with each tracking map and computer model update. Gah.

Fortunately, I have the joys of waiting for DirecTV to come hook up our brand new HD receiver to distract me. NFL Sunday Ticket, here we come!

Boo nasty hurricane! Hooray 13-days-until-college football season! Hooray for the College Gameday guys picking FSU to beat Alabama next month!