Thursday, April 7, 2011

Warm, gooey insides.

Thursday evenings are set aside for just me and my dad to spend time together. Today we went to a new eatery that just opened up down the road. It's called Firehouse Subs, and I don't know where they get their meat, but it's amazing. All of their sandwiches are served hot and melty and yuuuuuum. They also have this house specialty cherry limeade that will make your tongue spasm. It's fabulous.

After that, we went to see Beastly. It's a modern-day retelling of Beauty and the Beast. This is what I texted to Laura after the movie:

Excuse me while I scoop up my heart in a paper cup. It's gone and melted all over the floor.

It was positively enchanting. It only took five minutes for my insides to get all gooey like straight-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookies. Then, in a very un-cookie-like fashion, they stayed molten for the rest of the film. There was lots of excited hand waving a la Wallace & Gromit. Oh, how I love things that make me melt like brown sugar in warm oatmeal! There's even a secret list of songs that make me dissolve like that. Don't ask me for them, gents. Do you think Superman would just walk up and hand you a bucket full of kryptonite?

Listening to: Beastly
Reading: Persuasion by Jane Austen

1 comment:

  1. Can I get a list of those songs, not being a gent bent on wooing you?