24 Club
I broke down this year and decided to give 24 another shot, since everyone and his brother was telling me how great it was this season. Actually, it was my brother, who’s a die hard fan who even plowed through the dross of last season. He’s a stoic, my brother.
But Dennis made it an event, and I’d been hooked after catching up watching the first few episodes on my iPhone, so I’ve been going over to his place to see the new ones as they come. It’s a show that’s better enjoyed in a group. His new roomie, Ryan, was as engrossed as we were.
We yelled at minor plot stupidities and made stunned faces at each other after brutal monkey wrenches were thrown in Jack Bauer’s face (dramatically speaking). During commercial breaks, Dennis fondled his new iPhone, dizzy with techno-lust.
Only 118 hours to go until the next one! It’d be a dream to land a job where people counted down until the next time they could see the show.
Also, hey, happy birthday to me! I’ll plan something bigger next year.
Even though I don’t really drink, here’s a drinking game I came up with to pass the time during 24. Take a drink whenever anyone says, “He/She/It’s our/the only way to stop the terrorists!”, “Fine.”, or “Just do it Chloe!”. One time, I heard all three within 10 seconds.