Thanksgiving

Anybody there? If you are, post a comment. I wonder if anybody's reading this thing.

Nicole and I started talking about Thanksgiving last night. Our parents want us to come home for the weekend. Of course that means not spending Thanksgiving together which neither of us are crazy about. My parents would love to have Nicole come home with me, but her parents would get pretty mad about that. Ok, I don't know if they would be mad, but they'd give her a hard time. I could go home with her (my parents wouldn't like it, but they'd be OK), but do I really want to spend the whole weekend trying to please her mom?

I feel like Tavye in Fiddler on the Roof. "On the other hand..." But he doesn't have enough hands to argue with himself. I'll probably just do what Nicole wants because I really want to make her happy. And I'll see my parents soon. I'll go up there right after exams are over, and then Nicole and I will have to figure out how to divide the Christmas break.

Speaking of Fiddler on the Roof, here's another question for you: What's your favorite musical??? I think mine has to be Phantom of the Opera. I saw it in NYC when I was in high school. That's part of what made me think about being a drama major. And I love the music. Andrew Lloyd Webber is great.

New Trivia Question!

Thanks, Anonymous! I have another trivia question...

What movies had a breakup at the end instead of the usual "boy gets girl." (Or "girl gets boy" my mother would remind me to say.)

The big one I can think of is "Casablanca." Man, that last scene is crazy. I don't know how he could let her go.

Today is a home football game. I was on campus for a few minutes this afternoon and caught a little bit of the marching band warming up. Those guys are awesome. Walking past the drummers made my head vibrate. Wish I could have stayed longer, but I had to get to a group meeting for a class assignment.

Coulples Retreat

Well, Nicole and I had planned to go this weekend, but instead we made an unexpected trip to her parents house. Her mom called Thursday night freaking out because her bridge club is coming over next weekend and the yard needs to be raked and the house needs to be cleaned. Nicole thought we should go help. So, yes, I spent Saturday raking and trimming. I'd almost rather have been studying. I hate yard work. But at least Nicole and I were working on it together. The more time I spend with her, the more I love her. The only complaint she made was on Sunday when she realized her arm muscles were pretty sore. I, on the other hand, complained quite a bit--but mostly while muttering under my breath.

Nicole still wants to see Couples Retreat, but it might be on DVD at the rate we're going.