So the early summer butt-numb-a-thon was abbreviated as it became a stop on the three-day journey that was my bachelor party, so at summer's end I was jonesin' for some marathon movie watching. BNAT 19, anyone?

The Butt-Numb-A-Thon 19 poster, including OG BNATer Harry Knowles.

Around 9 p.m. We decided to take this BNAT to another level, starting at... 7-11 for a cup of coffee for Brian's wife. You can't stop us, you can only hope to contain us!

Who knew they sold taquitos at 7-11? Well, it is Southern California.

And for the drop-off.

If you look closely you can see his wife unhooking the leash.

We headed to Pasadena Laemmle to catch a 10 p.m. showing of King of Kong. Brian's got next game!

Appropriately, the King of Temple City, a.k.a. Wayne Busick, showed to catch the flick.

The next morning I arrived at Brian's and he showed me the bushes in front of his house where the day before he was stung by two, count 'em two, wasps as he reached in to turn off his sprinklers. Welcome to the life of Brian.

8 a.m. found us starting off with 1987's The Monster Squad, a terrible/great B-movie about kids who battle Dracula et al. in Suburbia.

The best thing was the main kid who not only looked like Brian when he was 12, but even wore a "Stephen King Rules" shirt that Brian would have worn. After that we watched The Narrow Margin from 1952, a suspenseful cop versus the underworld flick in which an honest officer transports a witness from Chicago to Los Angeles on a train, with hitmen along for the ride. It was a solid start to a movie-watching day.

Now for the wrinkle in our plans: Our first movie at Long Beach Edwards was scheduled to begin at 11:55. As we were getting ready to leave at 11:00, Mike Tellez calls. He proceeds to tell us that he wasn't going to meet us as we had planned WEEKS before. He said he had wrestling practice and would only have time to see one movie. OK, I respect that, but he knew the movie schedule beforehand, yet waited until less than an hour before to inform us of this. And to add insult to unjury, he wasn't going to bring us breakfast burritos from Galaxy Burger. Seriously, WTF?!? Now this would not be such a big deal but this simply added to the Mike Tellez puss-out list which includes last year's marathon and leaving early from butt-numb-a-thon 17. Doesn't anyone have respect for tradition in this godforsaken world anymore?

Well, when life gives you lemons there really is only one thing to do: hop in the minivan and haul ass to Galaxy Burger! No, Brian is not doing his best impersonation of Bugs Bunny; he is actually saying "Fuck you, Mike Tellez!"

But first he threw down the mother of all u-turns and stopped at my house to pick up the Cajun Chef hotsauce for the burritos.

After a cell phone call to order the burritos we finally made it to the place. With the tasty treasure in hand it was my turn to say, "Fuck you, Mike Tellez!"

Then we had to navigate our way to Long Beach, driving through strange lands. (I didn't even know Cerritos had a college.)

After some Bullitt-like driving Brian found an open space waiting for him.

The 11:55 showing of Stardust...

...with one minute to spare. Skills, bitches, skills.

Awww yeaahhh...

...Cajun Chef in the hizzy!

Without Mike we were both on Movie Date Ken duty.

The Butt-Numb-A-Thon 19 schedule. Including the flick the night before and that morning's DVDs, this was a nine-movie tour, a nine-movie tour.

Brain didn't even have to use his AK.

I gotta say it was a good day.

Making the turn onto Brian's block around 1 a.m we saw not one...

...but two cats just chilling in the middle of the street. Cuh-reepy.

At the elementary school up the street from Brian's there was a message, I just don't know w h at it wa s.