Richard, here, bringing you a special bulletin! Just so you know, the title of this post deals with two items of the evening. First, Heather and I went to see X-men Origins: Wolverine tonight with some friends. Ahh-Sum!! What a way to kick off the summer movie season right. Don't listen to any critics, this movie was great. It's a superhero movie people, not frickin' Gone With the Wind (which, in my opinion is horrible, but whatever). The action is sweet, the twists are good, the leading man hunky (yeah, still Richard posting, but I'm trying to draw in all the ladies so their husbands don't have to suffer through "Obsessed" or "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past"), and the intertwining storylines from the previous movies great. GO SEE THIS MOVIE! Strangely enough, the theater was not packed, which made me look like kind of a fool for getting everyone there early, sorry guys. But that's good for everyone else, because now you know you'll get a good seat.

So the movie was great, and how could it get any better than that? That's where the second part of my title comes in. Prepare for my story. So I'm sitting in the back seat of Nick and Jenna's car with Heather at a the stop light at Pump and Broad. For some reason, as I'm scratching my head I look over to my right and there's a lady in a red car, and she is going at it, I mean she is really, really picking her nose! So for some reason (I think it was to draw everyone else's attention), I start saying, "Yeah, yeah, pick it! Pick it!" As soon as I say that the lady, who is still going after some ginormous booger, starts turning her head toward me. I quickly snap my head to my left to avoid eye contact and shout "Don't look! Don't Look!" When, to my horror, three heads snap in Unison to the right and all three start laughing. I'll let Heather give her Eye-witness account here: Heather here, So the lady still has her hand up at her face, not actually in the process of picking anymore, but her face was hilarious. She had that I-just-got-caught-with-my-hand-in-the-cookie-jar look on her face. You know the look, eyes wide and gaping with sheer shame. She knew that we all saw it (Now my question is, what was going through her mind as she drove away). Then we all started cracking up. I laughed until my sides hurt. And as for the former part of the post. Wolverine=very good and Hugh Jackman=ripped and somewhat pleasing to the eye.
So not really the woman in the car, but still funny, right?
Richard, back to wrap things up. So as we drove away we laughed for like a good 20 seconds, easy. Funniest thing I've seen in a long, long time. Next time we go on a date, I'm recommending cruising for other picking offenders. I hope you've enjoyed this post as much as I enjoyed living it, and now you know: digging for boogers and watching Wolverine are the recipe for a perfect night on the town.