Word count: Holiday mode.
Now, having watched Deadpool twice, I feel I’ve raved all I need to and done my best to ensure its record-breaking first week in international sales. Now I can talk about the fun night we all had in watching the movie.
First, hats off to Mr. BRKN for joining in the cosplay game, as a very passable (and delightfully multi-layered) Weasel. Admittedly, this only required him to get a Deadpool patch on his waistcoat (points to Mrs. BRKN for sitting up late and making that out of the yards and yards of felt Mr. BRKN had purchased) and wear glasses that he basically already wore … but it’s the thought that counts.
We ate at Grillson, which served up some excellent food and drink despite the long wait we had to endure (especially me, it’s like they knew I was going to disturb the peace a bit later on). Although it might be more accurate to say the other patrons endured the long wait, because we were officially The Loud Table. Anyway, great burgers and pretty damn decent Snails Wellington. All the more enjoyable for a) the terrible topics of conversation and b) the sight of Vuta enjoying his first carbs in a week. Poor guy.
Anyway, 19:30 rolled around and I strolled into the extremely poky little bathroom to make my transformation into Edpool. Something I managed single-handedly, which I’m quite proud of. I paid the cheque for Mrs. Hatboy and myself – kudos to the waitress who didn’t even bat an eyelid at my change of clothes, I guess money talks – and we headed for the subway. I’d forgotten my pile of Arsebooks in the restaurant, and had to go back for them. It was also hilarious to note that nobody in the restaurant acknowledged my existence either. This set the very Finnish scene for the rest of the night.
Down into the subway.
At the metro station, I agreed to photos with a couple of girls who were apparently too travelling-light and too no-pockets-in-this-jacket to accept a copy of the book. I made up for this lapse by amusing a middle-aged bloke who had absolutely no idea who Deadpool was or what an Arsebook was. He and his boyfriend were off to an epic start to their evening and I can only assume they went on to have a madcap adventure. They were adorabubble.
The subway trip was hilariously awkward, full of people not wanting to acknowledge my codpiece. I can’t say I blame them.
Leaving the subway I was actually looked at by one person, a drunk tween who wanted to know if this shit was for fucking real. He rode the escalator around one more time to be sure. From there, we got to the cinema and mild shenanigans ensued.
Oooh, I was just crazy and unpredictable! Never know what I’m going to do next!
I passed on a copy of my book to an employee who wanted to check out my sword which was, in fact, an umbrella. He was amused by my costume, and assumed I was here to see Star Wars like the people in costumes who had shown up a couple of weeks ago.
“Pardon me, sir, would you have a moment to talk about our lord and saviour, my butt?”
Then we watched the movie which was, as previously detailed, good.
I sat at the far end of our group so I could bother some strangers. They were impressed at my outfit and delighted to receive a copy of The Good Book at the end of the movie. And after that, it was off to the bus.
On the way, I stopped at a police van and asked the lads if they wanted a book. The officer said he was too busy to read right now. I suggested he read it tomorrow, he said “no thanks,” then he did a double-take and said (I translate from the Finnish) “hold on, what have you got on your back there?”
He got out of the van and checked out my sword. It’s a testament to my self-preservation, I think, that even as drunk and sleep-deprived as I was, I didn’t succumb to my first instinct which was to raise my hand over my shoulder and say “let me show you”. Instead I kept my hands in plain sight, like a sane person, and said, “it’s an umbrella.”
“So it is,” he said, and wished me a good evening.
Spent some time at the bus stop chatting with drunk people, at least one of whom took a copy of the book. On the trip home, as we were disembarking, a pair of locals were huddling drunkenly in one of the seats, staring at me. I’m reliably informed that the lady referred to me as an “ihana ötökkää” – “lovely bug”.
Which, you know, weird. But I’ll take it.
There are a few videos, which sadly were all shot sideways. I was trying to figure out how to unsideways them, but YouTube seems to have done it automatically.