Watching: Adventureland

My mother asked me on Thursday what I was doing for Easter and first I said "When's Easter?" and then I told her I'd go back to Wisconsin if she would serve turkey instead of ham. She said ham was a lot easier to cook than turkey, and then she changed the subject! What a slap in the face.

Anyway, instead I went to the movies because I wanted a hot dog. I also saw "Adventureland" and relived 1989, which was the summer I worked the ticket booth at Noah's Ark in Wisconsin Dells and learned what tourists from Illinois are really like (answer: ASSHOLES. I apologize if this is news to you.). This movie was almost exactly like that, except there was no Kowabunga and it starred a boy I definitely would've fallen in love with had such boys been available to me at the time.