Friday, January 16, 2015

Lap Time

I feel like it's been a while. Has it been a while? It's probably been a while.

I got an e-mail from Savannah Tire and Brake with an article about how to make winter driving easier (as if that's applicable to Savannah) and a $5 off coupon for an oil change.
They began the e-mail with, "Hi Alicane."

Who's Alicane?

History was made today. The history of Mike and Allie going to the movies together for the first time.

"WHAT?" you say, "But you guys have been dating for like a gazillion years! How have you not gone to the movies?"

Well, we did go to one movie when we were "talking" in college.
For those of you who don't know what "talking" is, let me inform you because I totally got screwed over in high school because I didn't know such trivial terminology.
"Talking" is when you're not dating yet, but you're just hanging out with a person because you like them and you think they like you too and that you both want to date each other but you haven't made it official yet.
Isn't that asinine and confusing? Yeah. High school is dumb.

Sometimes, I reflect on high school and think that I could've been such a better person. At the very least, I could've dressed nicer.
It's like...what could have been, you know?

I digress.

I don't really count the movie at college because
a. we were "talking" and not "dating"
b. it was at the student union and not in an actual theatre with comfy seats or cupholders
c. we didn't have to pay for it because we had SWEET student IDs.

I miss free movies.

So Mark is a movie person and wanted to see American Sniper- which is apparently a true story and I didn't know that until the very end. Also didn't know that Sienna Miller had brown hair. And that dude from The Hangover was ripped.

So we all went to the movies. The whole experience is still kind of foreign to me.

Mark: If you're happy and you know it...don't do anything! That's the introverted version.

Verminology,
TWS

1 comment:

  1. High school is so awkward, it's a wonder we all didn't die from the awkwardness of it all.

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