It wasn't my fault.  Really. 

Last night I was sitting on the couch, minding by own business and watching a baseball game.  The kids had gone to bed and my wife says "lets watch the movie".  I said "movie, what movie?"  She said "the movie".  Having no idea what she was talking about, I agreed.

101 minutes of Zac Efron!


If was an ok movie. It was from the author of the Notebook. At the end I was like "eh" and felt like I needed some male time.