i heart peter

today was the monthly lunch and a movie with jules thing. the cutest guy i've seen, at least since yesterday, held the door open for us at the theater. he was so cute that i almost followed him into his movie. but i didn't, and sadly i will never see that random cute stranger ever again. we saw The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe because it was jules' favorite book as a kid. she's been talking about seeing it all year, again because it was her favorite book ever. so half-way through the movie she leans over and whispers, "i don't remember any of this. now i'm pretty sure that i only read the front and back covers of the book, and none of that stuff in the middle." i love that she said that. the movie was great, i felt a little creepy as i was sitting there crushing on peter, but then i came home and found out he was eighteen so i feel a little better about it. i saw rick again at the restaurant, i swear he gets cuter every single time i see him. we spent the better part of two hours catching up and discussing all of our other friends while the snow kept coming down in heavier amounts. i love driving home in it, especially when i drive through the oldest part of town. the lights, the big old houses, i can almost trick myself into believing that i'm driving in the cleveland neighborhood where a Christmas Story took place. i'd never be able to stay sane if i lived somewhere that didn't ever get snow.

i got home and called my sister to complain about our mother buying herself the very same perfume that i bought her for christmas. she laughed and said that we used to get in trouble for buying something for ourselves so close to holidays and birthdays. i decided to just wrap it up anyway and then let her take it back and get another kind herself. i bought her other things and i have no idea what else to get her so that really is my only option. plus i really want to avoid another trip to the mall at all costs.

next weekend is min's wedding. i dread the three hour drive south, but it will be nice to be able to see everyone. the older i get i find that so many of my everyday friends have made the shift to wedding friends. i remember being eighteen and thinking that i wouldn't be able to survive without them in my life. but at thirty i've come to realize that i'm still alive, and just fine, even without some of them still around. i guess it's a little unrealistic to think that thirteen people can stay that close forever.