“going downtown” means different things to different people. if you’re DirtyMartini, it means “looking for hotties at bars.” if you’re me 8 months ago, it means “taking a leisurely walk with my non-walking baby who enjoys sitting in the stroller while the other kids are in school, maybe with a stop at the library to browse for books and music, all with a cup of awesomely bitch-drink flavored coffee.”
or if you’re present-day me, it means “opening the monkey cage at the zoo and then trying to herd the escapees through an unfamiliar environment for two to four hours without significant injury, possibly with caffeinated bitch drink that may or may not get spilled while running from the cops.”
and finally, this movie of yet another totally awesome “teaching moment” (in our day, they were just called “character-building experiences,” but modern times demand a more sterile, less fratboy-hazing-ish terminology.) we’ll call it: MonkeyBeef adds “ice cream” to his growing list of “inanimate shit that hates me.”
