another wednesday night
Last night we drove down to Burbank to see The Saratov Approach with our laurels, a few priests...and basically anyone else from the ward who wanted to come. It was a party. And public service announcement for all those going to see a movie in downtown Burbank...there are at least 3 movie theaters in a two block radius of each other in the twisting labyrinth of those Burbank malls. We know. We went to all three. Double check your GPS.
On the movie: I knew coming into the theater that this was going to be a hard story, but it definitely did not play out the way I was thinking it would. I was super impressed by the acting and quality of the cinematography. And it had a great message - I'm really glad our girls got to see it and, yes, I got teary eyed. There. I said it.
And then afterwards, of course, we had to get some sugar - Krispy Kremes anyone? Nothing will make you feel like an old fart quite as fast as riding for 30 minutes in a Suburban full of 17-year-olds on a sugar rush belting their hearts out to Whitney Houston. I may never be able to listen to I Will Always Love You the same way again...