The Best Part of the Movie?

Nights in Rodanthe
Thirteen of us gathered to watch the Chick Flick of the Month at the Colossus.
The average age of us? Oh, about 31.
Know why?
Kids are joining us.
That's right. Female people in their 20's are choosing to come to movies with us.

In fact, I sat between the 22 year old and the 23 year old. They are both so lucky I brought kleenex. Kaitlynn was seriously short on sleep and uber emotional. When she started sobbing uncontrollably during the preview of Australia, I took pity on her. After giving her a tissue, I leaned over and gave her a half-hearted hug.
"Jane just hugged me" she blurted out and started crying even harder. "She better write about this on her b-b-b-b-b-loooooooog."

If these youngin's are going to keep crashing our parties, they're going to have to learn to get a grip.

The best part of the movie?
When it ended.
Coffee at Boston Pizza's. And all the chat.
I love girl chat.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Movie nights with friends.
2. Home made soups at lunch. Handmade by Anna Marie...
3. No tummy ache today.

Shalom,