80 minutes I'll never get back. . .

Mustang Girl is up for a visit this weekend, and brought along her sister, Emo girl. We've been having a good time, watching the antic's of two thirteen year olds, even got them hopped up on sugar tonight.
This afternoon, we took a short trip into area's of better snow. EG being a 'city girl' hadn't really gotten the chance to play in snow since she was a young child. A time was had.
Dinner consisted of sushi. Not just any sushi, but extremly good sushi served at Kaido, a downtown Podunk restaurant. EG wasn't too into the fish, but MG enjoyed it, thouroughly. Thankfully, Kaido offers cooked meals, as well, so EG did not waste away to nothing.
So what are the 80 minutes I will never get back, you ask?
I have one word for you.
CLOVERFIELD.

Just don't do it. Don't even bother. As a matter of fact. Don't even rent it. Don't even bother watching the previews. If I could find the producer of that movie, I'd make him reimburse MM for the money he spent for the 4 of us getting in.
I will admit that 30 days of Night was actually worse. But not by much.
My response at the end of the movie?
"That was F*ed up".
EG's response? "That Sucked"
MG's response? "That really sucked"
and MM? Just sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, in what could have possibly been disbelief. Or, perhaps, relief that it was really over.
Whatever.
Don't do it. Just don't. You'll thank me. Just. Don't. Really. Don't.