Last night, after much negotiating (he promised to help with the laundry), the boys and I went to see “The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.”

I know what you’re thinking: Why, on earth, didn’t you take him to see “The Devil Wears Prada” like he asked?  Well, because my eldest followed a link and figured out (his words, here) it was “a chick flick.”  So, with that settled, we joined eight other hardy souls and went to see this.

To save a little wear and tear on your eyes, I’ve made a handy list of the things I learned:

• Kids in Tokyo have way too much free time.
• And money.
• They clearly aren’t bloggers.
• High school kids are getting older.
• Mid 20’s kind of older.
• I mean, c’mon.
• Damn, I didn’t know they could turn the speakers up this loud.
• Not complaining.
• My wife would absolutely hate this movie.
• Cars in Tokyo don’t need to buy gasoline.
• Bow Wow, whoever he is, was probably the best actor in the film.
• Girls in Tokyo wear even less than girls here, when they are out at night.
• Girls in Tokyo drool over geeks with shiny cars.
• If I had a shiny car, I’d move to Tokyo.  Just sayin’
• A 35 year old Monte Carlo can outrun a new Dodge Viper.
• But only in a construction site, and only if there’s a girl involved.  No, that wasn’t in Tokyo (aren’t you paying attention?)
• My kids have decided what they want to do when they become teenagers.  Hoodlums.
• I had to explain ten times on the way home that no, Daddy can’t make his car “drift.”

Wow.  That wasn’t nearly as funny as I thought it would be.  Sorry.  The movie was bearable, but a bit long.  I remember looking at my watch, thinking they should be wrapping things up soon, and realizing we were barely halfway through.  Would have made a great TV show, I’m guessing.

But still, (confession time), it was fun enough that I’m going to actually watch the first one now, thanks to Netflix.  Yeah, I’m a male and I’ve never seen “Fast and the Furious.”  Sue me.