Oh, that Mr. Darcy

Yesterday I met up with my sister and my dad, and we drove out to Beans & Greens for Thanksgiving. It was good, but dammit if I have this problem about eating during the day. For some reason, until it gets dark, I usually can't eat so much. I tried. I TRIED!!! I got half a plate finished before I gave up. When my dad went to get more I asked the waitress to take it so maybe he wouldn't see how much food I wasted. It didn't work, but I didn't get a lecture.

We went back to my sister's and watched this Survivor marathon. We talked my dad into going to see Walk the Line with us that afternoon. And? We ran into Lorna, who was there by herself going to see the same movie! So yay! I got to see it with Lorna, too. I loved it. I love Joaquin Phoenix, he is one sexy beast. Just doesn't look like everyone else, and I really like that about him.

As I was leaving my cell rang, and it was Sonya, who blessedly came home for T-Day. She came over with her son, Drue, who is the cutest toddler in all the land. Also? Just as I was getting bummed out about no Thanksgiving leftovers, she asks me to get a bag out of her front seat. What was it?! LEFTOVERS, bitches! Two giant plates crammed full of food, along with half a pecan pie and 2 giant pieces of birthday cake. We polished off the leftovers while we sat on my couch watching Grease and catching up. It was rad. My dad will get the pecan pie less one piece in a minute when I walk it over to him. I hope to be deemed best daughter ever of all time.

Today I went to see Pride and Prejudice. I couldn't wait! It's been a long time since I got to see a movie alone. I got to cry with no shame when he tells her she has bewitched him, body and soul. I felt like such a girl. It was good for me, because I used to believe that there were Mr. Darcy's in the world. Then I think I lost that, and I shouldn't have. It was nice to find it again. I know in the matter of a few days or maybe hours, my bitterness will rear it's ugly head, and I will snarl at Mr. Darcy and say he doesn't exist.

I hope you do, Mr. Darcy. If not for me, at least for some of the other women I know who deserve true love and romance. Anyway, it feels nice to hope again, even if it's for a little while.