Anyways, in a stunning show of ironic humor, we opted to go see Date Night. We're, like, sooo original. On the bright side, according to another blog that I read, I was not the only person to have Date Night to the second power. Fortunately, there were no teens in our movie. In fact, we were the only ones, which allowed me to guffaw as loudly as my little heart desired without having to be courteous of other viewers at all.
Mistaken identities. Hilarity ensues.Date Night was a pretty funny movie. I know my husband was skeptical, but even he laughed and enjoyed himself. All was well, indeed. I still believe that Tina Fey is brilliant, and I would see a movie that featured her in it even if it was the dirtiest, ugliest porno of all time. Why? Because she's nerd chic. And I love me a good woman nerd. (I mean, really, what's sexier than a person that gets the nerd jokes? Or is that just my criteria? Because, be honest here people, those nerds are usually packin' heat in their pants, okay. Be real. That's a tip from me to you. For free. Take that home with you, think about it.)
As another high point to my evening, JJ purchased Iron Man. Yes, that's right, I'm admitting it. I haven't seen Iron Man yet. All this, of course, is in spite of my deep, soul-level love of both Robert Downey Jr. and Terrance Howard. I'm fixing this tonight. Seriously, as soon as I'm done here, FIXED.
Look at them. How can you resist that?
