Chocolate Everywhere

Looking at the movie poster on the left you're probably thinking the title of this blog post should be: Blood Everywhere.

But, no. I actually mean chocolate.

I've listened to the series on audio book (which I highly recommend) and watched the movie twice. The first time I watched the Hunger Games I thought a bag of peanut M&Ms would go nicely with the occasion.
The problem is that at some point during the movie I forgot there were M&Ms in my hand. Apparently, I was so into what was happening to Katniss I didn't even realize I was smashing the chocolate into a melted mush in my fists. And then while Katniss was dodging fireballs or trackers jackers or mutant dogs, I was bringing my hands to my face, repeatedly.

When the movie was over I felt something dry and crusted along the side of my neck, my chin, my cheeks, and on my white fleece jacket.
Yup. I had smeared chocolate EVERYWHERE.
My friend and Mom laughed at me. When I told Sarcastically Delicious (aka boyfriend) about it he was like that must have been some movie.
Yes, the Hunger Games was an amazing movie.

Note to self: Do not eat chocolate when I watch Catching Fire.