I've just finished watching a true blue chick flick. WITH chicks.
Twas a novelty I've rarely indugled in.
This scene involved a giant bowl of popcorn, a coupla bottles of Coors Light and a wonderful, Wonderful dark German beer who's name I can't pronounce but will try harder to in future.
The movie was stereotype, the lead male being a suave, masculine, crazily sexy dude who knows what he wants and will not stop at any feeble girly attempts to dissuade him because after all, tis for the sake of luuuuve.
All following the same rehashed cliches, all working out swimmingly in the end.
The girls squealed with delight. I secretly was charmed, but scoffed, too cynical to be taken in.
I suppose that's what movies are for though.
In summary, the highlight of the evening was the plesha of hanging out with girlfriends, being gay and lighthearted.
I somehow feel I missed a lot of that along the way.