P.S. I am NOT legend.

Matt and I decided to go to the movies last night to celebrate our 3 year anniversary (wahoo!!). We had both seen previews for Will Smith's new movie, I Am Legend, and thought that it would be a fabulous movie. I used to be a huge horror movie fiend, and I could take all the blood and guts you could cram into one movie. Of course, I was terrified of going anywhere near the sliding glass door in my parent's kitchen at night for like two weeks after watching those movies, and I was convinced that if I opened the shower curtain, a corpse would be hanged from the ceiling, but all in all, I used to have pretty tough skin. And even now, 28 Days Later is still one of my all-time favorite movies (along with The Three Amigos, but that's beside the point)--it sends my heart rate through the roof every time I watch it! So, I Am Legend--no problem.

The movie opens like I expected: a virus had been mutated as an experimental cure for cancer. 3 years later, it has mutated into a killer virus that has spread over the earth and killed the entire population, except Will Smith and his dog who of course must drive around a disrepaired New York City (in a mint-condition red mustang--who wasn't expecting that!) hunting for their next meal. Cool. I'm getting into it. And then things start happening. Disturbing things. In a flashback, an infected zombie person smashes into the car Will and his family are in. Then Will has to board up his house at night and sleep in the bathtub with his dog and a bazooka while freaky noises are heard swarming around the house. Ok, maybe I'm getting a little scared. Then the dog runs into a pitch-black building after a deer, and Will is trapped in there with, who else, a whole pack of zombies! Who chase him! Ok, yeah, I'm getting freaked out. But I can handle this. Then Will Smith captures one of the zombies to bring to his lab and experiment on. (He's a scientist trying to find a cure for the infection.) He administers the injection. The zombie's heart rate drops down to normal, her temperature starts to fall. Looking good, looking good....THENALLOFASUDDEN SHE WRITHES AND SCREAMS AND NEARLY JUMPS OFF THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's when Matt and I decided that it really wouldn't be all that fun for me to spend 2 and a half hours of my life with my fingers plugging my ears and my eyes squeezed shut.

So we left.

Bummer. That was a sucky anniversary date! We were just about to leave the theatre when our friend Charlie (who works there and also got us in for free--thanks man!!!!) suggested that we just go to another movie that just started. Alvin and the Chipmonks was out... One Missed Call--absolutely not....The Water Horse, perhaps..... AH! P.S. I love you. A cute chick flick filmed in Ireland. Perfect :-) So that's what we ended up seeing. And although Matt was in as much pain watching a chick flick as I had been watching zombies, it turned out to be a pretty good date. :-)