I went last night with Jeff and my sister to see Hot Tub Time Machine. Ever since I saw the promos, featuring John Cusack in a movie about traveling back to the 80s via hot tub, I knew that much like Wayne's coveted '64 Fender Stratocaster, tickets to this movie WOULD BE MINE.
It lived up to its title in pretty much every way: It was campy and fun, but it didn't try too hard to be awesome because it knew you went to see it just because of the premise and the title (um... which are the same), so it wasn't especially awesome. But it was good. Solidly entertaining.
Afterwards, naturally, came a discussion of what we would do if transported back in time via hot tub or DeLorean or what have you:
ME: The only thing I would really want to change is in 7th grade when all the mean girls ganged up on me. Instead of slinking off and crying I would tell them to go fuck themselves. Oh! But before I did that I would run to the bathroom and pluck my unibrow.
ZOE: No, you can't do that. You'd be a completely different person.
ME: But there were plenty of things wrong with me apart from the unibrow! I wouldn't wear better clothes, or go get Accutane.
ZOE: Still, you couldn't get rid of the unibrow. It might change something. You could end up a stuck-up bitch.
ME: It's not like I'd suddenly be cool, I'd just look less like Peter Gallagher with a retainer.
(Whatever, Zoe, from here on out I'm carrying Tweezers with me every time I use a hot tub, just in case.)