Date night

The other day I announced to Matthew that we needed to go on a "real" date night. I wanted to leave the house, participate in an activity together that required spending guilt-less money, and have a treat too. I had it in my head to go to the movies, I don't know why. The treat part was easy: something delicious and utterly nutrition-less.

So we searched through the movie list and had the following conversation:
Matt: Ok, so there's a lame movie about..., a lame movie about..., a movie called "Babies"....
Reb: Sorry, I'd rather see that with girlfriends.
Matt: (relieved) Another lame movie about..., a movie called "Losers," a depressing movie about oceans, which will show us how we're destroying nature... The only movie I'd be OK seeing is "Robin Hood".
Reb: Sounds good--let's see that!

I was so relieved that there was something out there worth our time and money. You might agree with us that there really aren't so many quality movies out there that have a plot beyond lame acting or sexual innuendos or blowing up stuff. It's hard enough finding a movie that both of us would sit down together and watch (and enjoy!).

The last movie (documentary) we saw in theaters was "Food, Inc." last July in Montreal on a rainy Tuesday. It was a way to give our poor legs and feet a break, and to dry off from the wet cold. Plus, it was half-priced. The movie before that was the previous fall semester when we saw another documentary with Ben Stein called "Artificial Intelligence". The only one before that was "Pink Panther" back in college with a group of friends. Yep.

So Robin Hood turned out to be great!! It was so fun for me to experience the drama, the fighting, the suspense, the love, the pain, etc... (Matt laughed at me for my facial expressions and suspense-grip on his arm and fetal position during the movie.) The movie was, in Matt's words, "cathartic" for me and my highly emotional personality. And since I live a simple life, the movie spoke to me greatly. Either that or I was incredibly movie-theater-date-deprived.

The treat part came in the form of a huge basket of fries back in town, and took care of our sodium intake for the next 6 months.

It was past 11pm when we walked back to the car. We turned a corner and crossed paths with two female students, overhearing the middle of their conversation. We heard one fragment: "... Plato and Aristotle. That's what it..." We laughed.