Since I was in Los Angeles, where this is absolutely nothing to do, I went to see Death at a Funeral with an old high school friend. It's the latest American rip-off of a successful British film or television series, and it was okay. It's hard not to like anything starring Chris Rock, but I thought he was largely wasted. In fact, I thought just about everyone in the movie was under-utilized. It was funny, but it wasn't funny enough.
Which brings me to the reason I came to California in the first place -- to eat every meal at a favorite fast food joint and attend a college newspaper reunion tonight at my alma mater, Cal State Fullerton.
Every year, I get more nostalgic for my college life, which was basically a string of Springsteen concerts occasionally interupted by a midterm examination. I wasn't a particularly good student, but I was a pretty good concert-goer. Unlike some of my classmates, I even remember some of them.