Bob and I had a date last night. Dinner and a mooovie. We saw Snow White and the Huntsman. It was, um, interesting? As Bob posted on facebook last night, I like True Blood, Twilight, and The Hunger Games, but I thought Snow White was a bit far-fetched. I know. When you word it like that, it does sound silly. But basically, I didn't enjoy Snow White. It was okay, but not a movie I'll ever watch again. It just didn't seem natural. The funny parts and quotes didn't fit where they put them. It seemed forced. The whole movie seemed forced. I'll even go so far as to say most things with Kristen Stewart seem forced. And yes, I'm still a Twilight fan. Jacob is hot.
After the mooovie, we went to our local bar. And by local, I mean it's 220 yards away from our house. Per Bob's golf range finder. This bar happens to be a wing joint. I typically get boneless wings, because I can't stand eating wings with bones. They're too messy. Part of the problem of going to a wing joint, even if I don't eat the wings, is that I have to see everyone else eating bony wings.
I've decided. There's nothing nastier than watching a big fat man suck on a chicken bone. Omg. Bleh.
