Daddy? Oh wait, I'm older than you.

...I was flipping through the Netflix streaming movies on my 360 tonight, looking for something sort of dumb and entertaining.  I found a movie called Supernova.  It looked eerily familiar, and for some reason, it stuck out like a sore thumb.  I read the synopsis and thought, "Oh, OK, I probably have deja vu confused with Event Horizon."  No big deal.  So I started it up. 
 
Flash back ten years or so ago to a bad night's drinking in my freshman or sophomore year of college.  Let me set the mood for you.  I drank like a fish (do fish even drink?) back then, mostly because my college town never bothered carding and because I looked about 25 when I was eighteen anyways.  Being able to grow a beard at 12 does have its advantages, kids - learn to groom a beard the right way, and no one will ever look at you twice at the local Hustler's.  Anyways, on this particular night, I must have been fucked up beyond all recognition, because I didn't remember setting foot into any sort of theater to watch Supernova until right fuckin' now.  You get that?  Ten years of an event totally blacked out from my memory.  But now I distinctly remember going into the "B" side of the theater, hitting it up because it was a cheap month-old release, and slinging a bottle of whatever the fuck I was drinking under my enormous leather jacket.   Good times, I guess.  I'd later go on in future years to pass out during a matinee of Shrek 2 (though I'm pretty sure that was the movie's fault and not the booze), but at least I remember that shit.  Well, sort of.  I remember waking up and being poked with a mop by a theater guy (waiter?  Janitor?  What the hell do you call those guys in the monkey suits?) checking to see if I was alive or not. 
 
What really has me thinking is... how many other times did I do this?  How much shit have I forgot simply because of booze, my shitty memory, or just time? 
 
Oh, and the movie?  Yeah, it's an arthouse wannabe version of Event Horizon.  It's not terrible, but not great.  Cast is surprisingly good, though.  David Spader really should have been a bigger name in movies.