Paul and A Chick Flick

Paul, my movie buddy, and I went to the movies last night. It looked so funny. There he was, a big, muscular, macho American, trudging beside me to a watch the movie that I chose. He mumbled something about there being so many action movies and I had to choose a chick flick as we were entering the theater. It turned out to be quite entertaining though.

It was entirely his fault. For an American with a super fast car, he tends to be tardy. I got there 10 minutes too early and I managed to buy two pairs of shoes and choose the movie. He swore he will not be late next time so that he would have a say in what we'll watch. I have yet to see the day.

It's great to have a movie buddy. Relaxation at its maximum.

I love it!