Every Friday night we have movie night at my house. Hubba-hubba picks up some food on his way home from work and we nosh in front of the television while watching a movie. I love movie night.
The other day I recorded Night at the Museum, which I remember getting very mixed reviews when it came out. I was going to take Mr. P to see it in the theaters, but I thought he was just a bit too young. So we watched it and he loved it, and oddly enough, I find it a very entertaining movie. I hate it when people say, "But god, that plot point was soooo contrived!" Well duh, it's a movie, the entire thing by definition is contrived! And speaking like Yoda Gina is.
This song plays as the end credits of the movie are rolling, and I annoy Mr. P as I dance to it, because it is ever so danceable. Getcha groove on!