Austin CP 7

So this time, I took my partner to the Tallahassee Mall for some food court and a movie. I have to say, the chinese food I got at this food court was one of the worst asian knock offs I've ever had. I swear there was a finger in my rice. But more on that later. Mohammad ordered Subway, and for once, his choice in foods was better than mine.

"That girl working at the counter is kind of cute" he says. "Yes," I reply. "She is." The woman was very obviously pregnant, but I did not mention this. Just let him think what he wants, I say to myself. "Why don't you go talk to her?," he asks me. Now what can I possibly say to this? That I'm not ready for a red-headed step child? That I just want to finish my sweet and sour dog/cat, or whatever it is I'm eating? "No time." I reply. "The movie is starting. We have to go."

I throw my slop away and make for the box office. Prometheus looks good. I like Alien movies. Luckily he does do. "I like movies with lots of blood and guts," he says. Now we are in agreement. If America has contributed anything to world culture, its our love for gory, violence and sex filled movies and television. This is Mohammad's first movie in 3D. I decides he wants to keep the glasses they give you. He asks me if this is alright. "Sure," I say. "You paid for them." He already has a $300 pair of Versace shades. What he wants with a cheap pair of movie glasses I don't know. I don't ask.

I'm actually scared for a bit throughout the movie. Mohammad is not. He thinks guys getting decapitated and mutilated is funny, I'm just trying to make it all the way through without throwing up. I guess in that department, he has adapted better to American Cinema better than I have. Who knew.