Some days, a man has to go see Tangled for the second time just because it’s Friday, and dammit, Fridays are for fun.
And some days, a man just has to smuggle in his usual iced green tea, hiding it in his messenger bag, which is manly and not just a man-purse.
And some days, as much as a man enjoyed Tangled, he feels the need to let the theater know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he has absolutely no interest in seeing the story of Romeo and Juliet retold from the perspective of some God damn garden gnomes. And he has to do it in the most immature way he can think of.
Today was that day, and I was that man.
