All we wanted was time together to laugh, talk, talk, talk some more, eat delicious food at a restaurant with a great atmosphere and watch an awesome chick flick. Is that too much to ask? It was girls’ night out—not only a necessity for our own sanity but for the well-being of our family members.

Thanks to Kona Grill we got our delicious dinner with amazing atmosphere. Check. Although dinner almost turned disastrous when Diana mistook a piece of horseradish for avocado and nearly ate it whole. Scary moment. And I won’t even get into our discovering that ginger smells an awful like soap. Or how we put a piece in my purse to bring home with us because we were so puzzled by the smell.

I totally digress.

Of course we laughed and talked and laughed and talked. Check, check. But our choice of movie—You Again—was the equivalent of a Nickelodeon movie. Or an after school special gone bad. Of course we knew this going in. We’d stated the obvious. So I’m not sure why we were so surprised by the overload of high school we endured.

It’s not that we have anything against Nickelodeon. We’ve endured Fred. Nay, we’ve LOVED Fred. But that’s beside the point. We get enough of high school at home. And we didn’t need to take a journey back to the days of comparing and competition. We have facebook for that. Just kidding.

Listen, I’m not going to get into a break-down of the whole movie. So if that’s what you expected, I’m sorry. This is more of a rant than a review. What I really want to say is do people really buy the collective singing of a group of high school students while carrying the “loser” student out of the building? It’s pretty much downhill from there if that’s how your movie starts. What were we thinking? Betty White would come to our rescue? She tried. She really did. But in the end we lost an hour and 45 minutes that we can never get back.

An hour and 45 minutes of listening to the wife of the older couple in our audience of eight explain each scene to her husband. WHILE THEY ENJOYED THE MOVIE. It was just too much.

So save yourselves some time and let the teens, nay tweens, sit through this repeat of high school.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to watch Fred on YouTube.