they boys' mother jennifer was having a craft party for a bunch of middle aged ladies, making santa claus pants while snacking on crackers and spinach artichoke dip (which was actually pretty good). there was no way i could let my kids go out like suckers, so i rescued them from this pending torture and we rolled out in the mazda wagon (v6, so stop the jokes). the three of us excitedly declared our immediate future as boys night.
we cruised to wal-mart to pick up the goods. kale picked out a dozen chicken wings, simon ordered a fresh batch of general tso chicken, and i snagged the fixings for my world famous goulash. we threw in a couple containers of flavored ice cream dotz, a pack of break & bake cookies (the only way to go), some a&w cream soda and made our way to the checkout lane. then we noticed the wigs.
for some reason the boys and i are into wigs. what does this bode for them in the future? hopefully not too much confusion. we've got an afro, a mullet, a blonde baby doll, another blonde thing, and picked up a rasta mon, donald trump, and transylvania bride for 75% off (my mom would be proud). nothing is more fun than putting on a wig and instantly slipping into character.
we made the switch with the cashier and headed to the redbox movie dispenser. as a family, we can never really decide on a movie that we all want to see. i want quirky, the boys want rated r, and sonja generally wants middle-of-the-road. often times we fizzle out in front of the machine and just head home to see what's on tv. not this time. the three of us knew exactly which movie we wanted. a movie that mom wouldn't okay for family viewing. a movie that starred an "actor" that we had grown to know and love. a film whose plot had become a running inside joke under our roof. a production company that we faithfully supported. a story that mom didn't approve of, but who cares - she's not here, right? we feverishly thumbed through the kiosk menu in search of our movie - and found it.
we dashed home, and i started cooking my food right away. the boys dove headlong into their fresh meals from the wal-mart deli (which really isn't too bad) and sucked back the cans of soda as if they were the last ones on earth. we watched the tail end of the bucks/pacers game before sticking the disc into the blu-ray player. tonight was the night we had all waited for, the night we finally got to watch 12 Rounds.
we must have seen this trailer about fifty times already. wwe really promotes their stuff, and john cena (the star of this movie) is one of their prized commodities. we knew the plot and couldn't wait to see mr. hustle/loyalty/respect get his thespian on. lots of action, a bit of adult situations (but not too bad, outside of the scene where the girlfriend of the bad guy runs away from the cops only to get smashed by a speeding semi truck), and plenty of gratuitous cussing. the movie was suspenseful, entertaining, and not too predictable. but for us, it could have been centered around how to properly prepare brussels sprouts and we would have still loved it. it was the forbidden film, featuring our hero.
we never got around to the cookies. we wound the night down with some episodes of george lopez and jimmy fallon, cashed out on the living room furniture with a couple of blankets, and called it a night. mom is in kentucky until sunday, so this evening is another repeat stag night. pizza, football, and more cream soda are currently on the docket. i wonder if i can squeeze in cleaning our bedrooms.
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