The Diaries of a Fat Chick

With Ben off in Africa petting lion cubs and building orphanages, my bestest friend in the entire world, the lovely Jessica, flew in from California for a girls weekend. 

We spent most of the weekend doing what we both love to do best - curled up on the couch watching movie after movie and giggling and laughing over strawberry margaritas.  At one point Saturday evening I was rifling through my collection of movies, calling them out to Jess to see if there was one in particular she wanted to watch.

Me:  Dodgeball, Hairspray, Inside Man, Twilight…

Jess:  Ooh, Twilight.  I love that movie.

Me:  Me too.

Jess:  Really?

Me:  Yup.  I’ve read all the books as well.

Jess:  So have I.

Me:  I made Ben take me to see New Moon in the theatres.

Jess:  TZ and I went to see it too.

Me:  I’ll probably buy the movie when it comes out on dvd.

Jess:  I pre-ordered it.

Me:  *laughs hysterically*

Jess:  I can out-shame you anyday honey.

Me:  Twilight it is.

As we watched the movie, we chatted about our favourite parts and naturally, our conversation moved on to the second movie.  As we talked, it became apparent to me that Jess was oddly remembering way too many details of New Moon.

Me:  Um, Jess - how many times have you seen New Moon in the theatre?

Jess:  Well, uh a couple of times.

Me:  *laughs*  Exactly how many times?

Jess:  I’m not telling you because you’ll blog about it and then everyone will know what a loser I am.

Me: Honey trust me - I won’t tell anyone the number.  As your best friend I’m embarrassed for you.

Jess:  Shut up.  You want to sleep with the Dog Whisperer.

Me:  DON’T YOU JUDGE ME!