No, but seriously, how could I have forgotten what an AMAZING movie
A Walk to Remember is? Whoever said that no good decisions are made after midnight was wrong or crazy (or both?) because while I was channel-surfing at 12:15 this (last?) night I hit upon that wonderful Nicholas Sparks treasure and I was reminded again of how awesome it must be to be a seventeen-year-old prude dying of lukemia. I mean, that movie made wasting diseases sexy again.
I like to think of myself as a cold-hearted bitch (my not-so-secret passion for sensitive-floppy-haired-boy music aside) but damned if
The Notebook and
A Walk to Remember don't get my tear ducts flowing like non-environment-friendly faucet. Nicholas Sparks strikes again!
P.S. A longer wedding post is forthcoming, but here is a nugget of awkward dancing to whet your appetite:
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