That’s what watching “The Notebook” was like. I was kickin it with Danny O and fam on Sunday night when they pulled out that little tearjerker. I think the last time I cried at a movie was at Forest Gump back in 1994, so I guess I was long overdue. I’ve fought tears in Monsters Inc, The Sixth Sense, Return of the King and many more, but they really had nothing on The Notebook. I suppose this kind of a story means infinitely more to me now that I have the love of my life. But this movie has no mercy for both the weak and strong-hearted. Just when you think you are good, another notch! I thought our emotional experience was enhanced by the fact the I was letting off atomic bombs throughout the whole movie. Something seriously crawled up my butt and died. The foulness that was extracting itself from my ass was causing the paint on the walls to chip. Danny and fam could not believe it. So we were simultaneously laughing and crying. That night left me wiped; but it was not over. I hopped on the phone with my love, and we talked till 3:00 in the morning. We probably had the sweetest hours of our precious relationship. God’s fruit has been blossoming in our lives. The end result of our chat was the decision to move our wedding date to May 21st instead of July 30th. We feel very comfortable with this and cannot wait, although we are starting to feel the pressure. We were just talking about the song we want to dance to at the reception by Etta James, “At Last”:
At last
my love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song
At last
the skies above are blue
well my heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you
I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known
well
You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I
could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known
well
You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
ooo yea
you are mine
you are mine
at last
at last
at last
at last
I love you sweety.
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Thank you….
Just kidding. I love you!!
i’m starving for you, where are you? i’ve been calling you all day?
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Dude, you are truly an integrated bi-ped humanoid. Listen to your poetry, note the juxtaposition:
“Something seriously crawled up my butt and died. The foulness that was extracting itself from my ass was causing the paint on the walls to chip…We probably had the sweetest hours of our precious relationship. God’s fruit has been blossoming in our lives.”
Per your most excellent review, I have now put the Notebook on my list for my next date night with Heidi. Call me.
I am not sure how to respond…I am quite happy to hear of the emotion and the positive impact it had upon you, though questioning where to fit in the digestive issues…
But while I am left speechless, I can say this: I am very happy that you have found a woman who loves and understands you.
It does make sense, I swear….I think it’s more that the story of the night conveys itself more convincingly/appropriately through speech. But while perhaps not the prose of the Classical Romantic, I’ll take the glorious realism of humanity any day.
Dave should be quite thankful to have you, Kalila; and I know he is.
i am infinitely thankful for the perfect one for me, hand-crafted and picked by God from all eternity
Yeah bro, Melanie and I loved the movie too. It was a great flick. I was not crying but whoa it haunted me for the next three or four days. Man that was stinking hilarious all that gass you had, when I read it I could actualy smell it.
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