bad movies and popcorn

Last night, instead of my normal Wednesday night chick flick with my friend Nicole, I cuddled up to my husband on the couch and watched the Transformer sequel. What was the plot? I have no idea. Something to do with stopping the bad guys from destroying the sun. I had a hard time distinguishing the good guys from the bad guys, the cheesiness was palpable, and the bass was a thousand times louder than the actors' voices, so the windows were shaking but I couldn't make out the words being pushed through Megan Fox's luscious lips.
But for 2 hours we sat, computers turned off and lights out, together under an over-sized blanket with a bowl full of stove-popped popcorn between us, delighting in the complete lack of thought necessary to enjoy the free-for-all destruction on screen.
It's been a long time since my mind has been quiet and I could just enjoy being. Thanks Transformers :)