...and last night on girls gone wild...

the girls (erin, steph, amber, rae, anne, val, and i) all got together, as none of us could resist erin's generous offer to treat us to dessert at the meltng pot. and it doesn't take long with this gang before things start to get out of hand.

in fact, it started early when amber and steph both arrived in their melissa etheridge concert t-shirts. typically, wearing a concert t-shirt is an expression of support for an artist, but when two girls are both wearing a concert t-shirt, and that artist is melissa etheridge, it says something else entirely, and we were not about to let them off easy! (the subject of the photo to the left asked to remain anonymous, so it will just be our little secret amber!)

once the chocolate came, the rest of us were distracted. yes i know, it doesn't take much. just a pot of chocolate and our eyes start to glaze, our foreheads start to sweat, and we can no longer speak in complete sentences. but we tried, and the result was a triumph of humor. i haven't seen the girls for a couple of months, and i was reminded how amazing it is to be with a group of women with whom there is no pride or pretenses. you can absolutely be yourself, and that may be one of the greatest gifts anyone of us can receive.

amber was so much herself that she (at the completion of the divine dessert) let out one of the biggest burps i have ever heard. if you know amber, you'll know why this is so insanely funny!

after dessert, we headed over to ballston commons to catch the ne 'hottest dance movie ever'--step up. and this is what i have to say about that. yum and dumber. channing tatum may well be a perfect specimen of manhood (although i know anne blasphemously disagrees). if you enjoy a bad boy attitude, a body sculpted from marble, and a face that will break your heart just to look at it, then you will enjoy watching him in this movie. if you require any sort of plot, or your cheese kept to a minimum, you may want to pass on this one.


but it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience, despite the heat in the auditorium. our fellow man-gawkers in the theater were boisterous and didn't object when we would sigh or make snide comments about how bad the movie itself was. and at the end of the final dance routine, the audience actually clapped. if that isn't an homage to the beauty of silliness, i don't know what is!



thanks erin, and the rest of the girls...my stomach hurts from laughter!