Wednesday, January 02, 2008

December 32nd

Hotbody January (henceforth to be referred to as HBJ) starts tomorrow. I granted myself a grace day because I needed bacon to combat my hangover this morning. You know how it goes.

This afternoon K-Dog and I went to see Juno. It was lovely and funny and sweet, and (as many movies do) it made me cry. When the lights came up at the end of the film, the woman next to Dog was also wiping away tears. She said, "I have a friend who always cries at movies, so when I'm with her we have to get extra napkins from the concession stand." Dog replied, "I have a friend like that too," and glanced over at me and my wet sleeve. The woman nodded knowingly and said, "My friend even cried during 'White Chicks.'"

Trump!

Happy New Year!

2 comments:

Lisa said...

Juno was an unexpected bawl. Wasn't it supposed to be like, funny and she's all snarky? Wasn't is supposed to be the type of movie to prompt the wannabe artsy type to misuse the word ironic?
Instead I cried my eyes out for like the whole second half.

ews said...

Can't wait to see Juno. I'm also a weepy movie-goer so thanks for the heads up. I'll go prepared!