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Chick Flick Night


I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate a good "Chick Flick." I think it's kinda funny that this term has been coined (I mean I get it, it rhymes, very clever) but c'mon you know the fellas like these "flicks" too! They pretend they're being draaaaaaaaaaged to them by their gf's but I believe that when the roomies are gone for the weekend and the testosterone in the apartment is down, The Notebook and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is at the top of the NetFlix Cue!

Last night I saw The Time Travelers' Wife with a girlfriend. Between the Quizno's 'wiches and diet cokes we smuggled in, the entertaining previews, and the movie itself (McAdams and Bana's work-incredible) it was a great evening. Although some of the crowd was the typical "dragged" bf and his chick flick lovin' gal, I couldn't help but appreciate being there with my bartending buddy.

Seeing previews of the latest Matt Damon film gave us both hope..."Do you know that in real life he married a waitress?! We're a step up from waitressing...we bartend!" Who knew the previews that most use for grabbing popcorn and hitting the bathroom could be so inspirational!

Eric Bana's naked bum (in many a scene I might add) might trigger an awkward moment on a date, but not with a girlfriend...instead you just look at each other wide-eyed and grin.

So, Charlotte York like rules  about seeing films like this solely on "date night." You may not be able to lie your head on some dude's shoulder (which I personally find is bothersome for the neck) but you will be able to lean over and whisper "Oh my gosh, I'm totally crying right now, are you?"
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