For Father’s Day, Guitar Hero arranged for Gizmo Guy (and by default, me) to have a “dinner and a movie” night out. Originally he’d figured we’d go on Father’s Day itself, but since Gizmo Guy wasn’t feeling up to par then, we delayed it to yesterday. So yesterday we went to see Get Smart.
Now we’re both of the age when we watched that show in first runs. Back in the day when a phone being disguised as a shoe, and was portable, was stuff straight out of James Bond. But I was hesitant about going to the movie. I could only take so much of Don Adams – he could be incredibly grating in his delivery, and since I’m not a huge fan of Steve Carell I was worried we were in for two hours of smarm or a really bad take off. But Gizmo Guy and I both thoroughly enjoyed this version of Get Smart. And one of the reasons I enjoyed it was because of the eye candy they threw my way.
*satisfied sigh* Dwayne Johnson. The Rock himself. He’s got a self-effacing humor, he seems to be really composed and intelligent, and Whoa mama, he is one good looking man. And as I was watching him, and trying not to drool, I thought – Hey, he’s just like Sam. 6’4 (or 6’5 according to who you’re reading), approximately the right weight, and … those pecs, that chest …. that …
Oh, yeah, right, I’m supposed to be writing about my date with Gizmo Guy, not fantasizing. All righty. The movie was funny, and dinner was wonderful. It was nice to have a night out just the two of us.