So Jake, Steph, Matt, and I are finishing up dinner and talking about doing something fun. Although there is school tomorrow, both kids were ready for it and the movie in question, Zombieland, had a 7:40 showing. We'd all be in bed in plenty of time to get enough sleep for tomorrow.
Zombieland, how can I describe it? If this doesn't become a cult classic, I don't know movies. And I know a little about movies. Love them. Can't get enough of them. Jake isn't much of a movie lover, so if he's into a flick I'm gonna be sure to at least give it a try.
We wore our sweats and got in just after the movie started. One of the main themes of the movie is where the lead protagonist (played by a very fit Woody Harrelson), "Tallahassee," craves an honest to goodness Twinkie. It symbolizes a happier, simpler time in his life and aside from whacking Zombies, nothing gives him more pleasure.
After the movie, we all decided to go on a quest to get Twinkies for ourselves. Being more of a food purist, I hadn't bitten into a Twinkie for over a decade. At least. Apparently they're high dollar items now and too good for our local convenience stores. Finally, after Jake braved over 5 locations on the way home, we stopped at a full grocery store and there they were, located next to the DingDongs and HoHos. Something's very wrong with the Hostess Corporation's snack naming division. I'm just going to leave it at that.
The kids were so overjoyed to dork out by going on our Twinkie quest and to finally bite into that spongy, sweet, creamy chemical, er, goodness. After a couple of bites I put mine aside. It really doesn't bear much relationship at all to food, does it?
Now the kids are joking about having those same remaining Twinkies in the box for when they're in college and need a snack. They'll keep.
Meanwhile, we had a delightful, memorable evening all on impulse and silliness. I love that. Zombieland Rule #32: Enjoy the Little Things.
