blades

omg.

last night the bf took me out on a date.

when i arrived at his house, i kept asking where we were going.

a la, "are we going to see the bob dylan exhibit at the weisman? are we going to the brave new workshop? are we going to dinner? are we going to fuddruckers? are we going to the mall? are we going to see blades of glory? are we going to the macaroni grill? are we going to the acme comedy club?"

i can see now how this could potentially be annoying.

first we drove to fudd's. if you knew us, you would not think that this was a typically preferred restaurant, but it is so close that we insist on going there even though we are increasingly disappointed in the food. last night i subsisted mostly on fries, and he mainly had a cookie for dinner. mmm. fudd's.

then we went to southdale, under the guise of buying a trivial pursuit game for his 'rents. i kept telling him it was 9:24p and the shops would be closed. he said, "how much you want to bet that the store we want will be open?" "fifty bucks!" then the bf said, "let's walk through the theatre."

blades of glory.

i didn't get to bed early last night, but it was so worth it. there was one scene that drove me to tears. it had to do with crotch shots, glitter, ice, and spandex. i laughed and cried through the movie and before i knew it the two hours was up.

strongly recommended. if you like will ferrell. and if you like to laugh.