For months and months, I haven't had a lot to say to you. It just seemed that nothing blog-worthy was happening to me, probably because my sense of humor seemed to have departed. It's been a rough few weeks, yet now the blog stories are starting to stack up in my head like they used to. Only now I don't have time to write them. Tonight I'd planned to tell you a particularly wonderful and amazing story that I've been saving up for over a week, but something else happened that I just have to share....
This evening I met four girlfriends for a birthday celebration. We met at Brio, a great Italian restaurant where we talked and laughed and ate way too much, and then laughed some more.
Afterward, we walked over to the theatre next door. When Fran stepped up to the counter, she cheerfully said, "One senior ticket for... which movie are we seeing?" [Senior moment?]
We all laughed. "Parental Guidance," we chorused.
"That'll be six dollars," the teenage clerk said. "That's a discount of three dollars. There are perks to being a senior!"
"Yes," Fran agreed.
"Hey, you should go to IHOP [International House of Pancakes]. They've got great senior discounts there."
Fran nodded, barely able to contain her laughter. When I stepped up to the window, I heard roars of laughter as Fran repeated the conversation. Laughing, I asked for a senior ticket, too.
The boy didn't laugh. "That'll be six dollars," he said, sliding the ticket through the slot.
My grin faltered. "Hey, I'm not a senior! I was joking."
He shrugged. "I'd say take the ticket and run," he answered. And then he said something about IHOP, which made me wonder if he thought I was lying about not being a senior.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I laughed. And then I laughed again while I repeated the whole conversation to the girls.
The movie was really, really good. It was funny and sweet and touching. When it was over we sat there for a minute, talking about our favorite parts. "It's too early to go home," Joanne said. "We should stay out."
"What time is it?" asked Fran.
"That's 10 minutes past my bedtime," Fran said.
"Since we're seniors," Rhonda said, "We should go to IHOP."
"Fran, you'll have to share your senior discount with us," Leisa said.
"You too, Sarah!" Rhonda said.
We laughed all the way to the car. And I smiled all the way home.