Monday Hangover

There wasn't a time not too long ago when three day weekends would just blur into a "drunken haze", which no matter what was remembered you knew there was a story and that someday that story would mean something.  Now years later, older, wiser and much fatter, the stories begin to unfold and the times continue to change. Over the weekend the Falco crew held their first Los Angeles premiere which ended in a night of good times, raved reviews and a lot of love.

For the first time Falco Films screened the long awaited Destroying Jonah Hill and I must say the response was fabulous.  An evening of old friends, new friends, young friends and blue friends (lady in blue) came out to enjoy my bad acting and Roach's incredible screenwriting. The film screened at 9:15pm and by 9:52pm the return of a loud, care free nineteen year-old Sims took to the stage.  Six hours later I was passed out on the front porch of the very place where Dylan and I spent so many hours cutting the film.  As I laid there, attempting to put together thoughts of the last six hours, I saw things.  Things from the night that at one moment seemed awesome but now just a blur within a "drunken haze".

I enjoyed last week's 'How I Met Your Mother' episode, No Tomorrow. Not because I found myself doing the same things Ted was doing Saturday night, but because like Ted I have grown away from the small things that forced me to live in fear, but have still found myself falling back into ways I grew out of. It's not bad to fall back into these ways, we just can't stay there long. Unlike waking up on a Monday five years ago, today I woke up and did not regret, but slightly frowned upon the last three days. Sure they were a blast and set the course for the next chapter of my journey, but in no means reverted me back to that guy.  The "Bro-pocalypse" that was once a common lifestyle. See, no matter who we are or where we may be in our journey's, we always have a lot to learn. And most of the time it's things we have already learned and just misplaced along the way.

Thanks to everyone who came out to our first official screening.  I promise there will be many more, so if you missed it hold on a little longer, because we are far from the end with this flick.

Matt Casta - "Mr. Pitiful"

P.S. I'm sorry if I broke anything in your house Dylan.  That includes hearts.