My deepest apologies...

I suggested a movie last night. A movie that was to be seen by seven other people. I was not nervous. I simply suggested a movie that I wanted to see. That's all. It turns out, there were others who wanted to see it too. But there were not many others who enjoyed it like I did. No, that is an understatement. In the movie theater, there was wailing and gnashing of teeth. And I could have sworn I heard the distinct sound of someone slitting thier wrists, but they came out of the theater just fine.

I have to give a shout out to the lovely Krissy, who sat on the end of the row next to me. Without her, I would be hiding under my bed right now thinking I was the only one to have loved possibly one of the cheesiest movies ever made. I'm not kidding. If it hadn't been for Krissy proclaiming her love for this movie and her consistent "shushing" of everyone around her, and the tears that gently trickled down her cheeks at the very same moment they trickled down mine, it would have been a seen from junior high. I would have felt the pressure of all my friends who hated the movie and I, to be cool, would have followed along. If not, half-heartedly. I would have been a closet fan. I would have been relegated to watching the thing on a rented VHS tape in my parent's living room.

But I'm not 13 anymore. I'm not even 30 anymore. I'm a few short years from 40 and I'll shout it from the rooftops, I loved Mamma Mia! There was cheese pouring from every scene and it's true, without all the singing, it would have been a ten minute movie! Did I not mention in my top 100 things that I like musicals? Well, I do and as Elliott says, "You can't have a musical without the cheese." And I do love cheese. I will admit there were a few parts that were a little over the top for me, but that's ok. I watched the drama geeks in high school from afar and wondered to myself what it would be like to live so loudly and not care what anyone thought, but not enough to hang out with them. I still have a little bit of that in me.

And even though the music was a little different from the way I heard it on the radio back in the day, I'll take ABBA any way you serve it. I've put their greatest hits on my "music I must have" list. My friend Sarah did an excellent job describing what the fascination is.

So, to those of you who were there last night, poking your straws into your eye sockets hoping for some relief, I'm sorry you didn't enjoy yourself. I'm sorry you felt misled or deceived or that you wasted the calories in a large Dr. Pepper on that movie. But, as they say, you win some and you lose some. You'll bounce back. You'll find people that hated it as much as you and you'll compare war stories of how you lived through the whole experience. And while you're doing that, Krissy and I will be at the movie theater, waiting for it to start all over again!