It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon – the perfect ending to the month of January – providing hope that the cold, gloomy days of winter will one day melt into the gorgeous bloom of spring. Sadly, I’m sure it’s not safe to bust out the flipflops yet as winter last ’til about May around here. But this afternoon you could almost forget that tomorrow will likely be wet and freezing.
So what did Erica and I decide to do on this most rare beautiful afternoon? Why, go to a dark indoor theater of course! We did enjoy the sun on the walk from the car to the theater, and it was worth it for multiple reasons: 1. It was just about free ’cause we took in a whole pickup load of pop cans, 2. My Regal card got me a free movie ticket for next time, 3. We saw “Bride Wars.” Kate Hudson + Anne Hathaway = good chick flick. It was a cute movie that humorously portreyed the lenghts that women will go to for the “perfect” wedding. Guys may not understand this, but girls come out of the womb planning their big day. Every little girl dreams of spending thousands of dollars on a white dress she’ll wear once and a cake that looks prettier than it tastes (not that she’ll be able to eat it anyway ’cause one bite will pop the buttons of that overly tight dress wide open). I think Erica and I enjoyed the movie even more because we identified somewhat with Liv and Emma. One night, we grabbed a stack of bridal magazines, 2 journals, a pair of scissors, a roll of tape, a package of Oreos, and a jar of peanut butter and made our own wedding journals. We spent the night cutting out pictures and dreaming of our big day. Fortunately, Erica wants to get married on the beach and I want a traditional church wedding, otherwise we could end up like the girls in the movie fighting over who gets the venue they both want. I doubt we’d end up in the catfight that they did anyway. But then again, our lives probably wouldn’t make a very entertaining movie either.
We did have an almost surreal, movie-like moment on our way out of the theater, though. We were walking through the lobby, laughing about the movie and quoting our favorite lines when this guy on a cell phone turns around and shushes us. At first we kinda blushed and mumbled, “Oh, sorry,” but then we recovered from the shock and were like, “Are you kidding? That guy just shushed us. . . in a public setting!” Well mister, you just march yourself somewhere quite if you want to talk uniterruped. The world is NOT your phonebooth! Oh well, it gives us something funny to talk about in the coming weeks and months or however long it takes ’til something else is funnier.
All in all, it was a good Saturday. Sunshine, a good movie, and quality time with my best friend. That’s what weekends are all about.