Title Fine

You have noticed that I've posted fewer entries lately. It's because I've been tired since 1978.

For the past few weeks, maybe even month, Ashley and I have been repeating the same refrains to many, many different people. "It's about a hot tub that's also a time machine." "Of course, it's not as good as The Hangover- that's not the point." And "What's not to understand? The title explains everything."

We don't know what everyone's deals are. Well, we do know. "Simpletons," Ashley so aptly pinpointed. But the movie had us pumped. I'm talking international dance troupes type of pumped levels. And so this afternoon, we went for it. "We have to... go," was what we told people as we left school. "If I said we're going to the movies," Ashley wisely speculated, "They'd ask us which one. It was easier not to say anything." But ain't no matter. We recruited no one else for the ride. In fact, there were only 10 people in the theater. But there was popcorn. Dibs. John Cusack. Obscene bear. The 80's. And when we got out, sunshine. And a glorious, glorious day.