The best of us never truly grow up...

No matter how old we may physically seem, youth will always pulse through our veins, and we shall live in the in-between land of Adult and Child.
Why am I blubbering about age? Because I saw the movie Grown-Ups today, that's why. It got suckish reviews according to my iPod, but it was pretty darn hilarious. I was with Anne and Jim, and then Anne's sister Bonnie (one grade younger than Anne) and HER boyfriend Phil. Yes folks, when it seemed that I couldn't sink any lower than being the third wheel, I became the fifth wheel.
There's a girl in Bonnie's grade named...uh...I shouldn't say her real name, as common as it is, so I'll come up with a random nickname. "Cheese" will suffice. We all hate Cheese. Unfortunately, Anne and Bonnie are too polite to tell her so, so they act like her friends. Big mistake, because today, Cheese repeatedly called and texted both of them asking if she can come to the movies with us and sit with us. No one had the courage to tell Cheese off. "Cheese, we would rather you no sit with us," would have worked, but of course no one listens to me, so arriving at the movie theater was awfully frightening, because we imagined her leaping out the front doors, throwing her arms around us, and not letting go until the finishing credits.
We made it through the front doors and into the ticket line without incident, except for Bonnie spotting Phil in the next line over and screeching his name at the top of her lungs. Then into the lobby, where there was still no sign of Cheese among the insanely long snack lines. We were getting tense. Where would she pop up? Were we lucky enough to make it into the theater without her? At this point we were all together except for Jim. We called him, and he was already in the hallway outside our theater. Yesiree we were home free.
Or so it seemed.
When me and Anne met Jim outside the door (Bonnie and Phil were God-knows-where) we were just about to enter the door on the left when Cheese burst out of the door on the right. We went to "look for Bonnie" and luckily lost her, but as soon as we entered the theater, there she was, in the very middle, the only head turned away from the screen, staring at us.
We sat wayyy in the front, as far away from her as we could. But we could still feel the stare of that convoluted Cheese on the back of our heads.
...*shudder*. I still feel the stare. Combined with the chocolate lava cake with chocolate ice cream I had at Friendly's afterward (Jim and Anne shared a sundae, as did Bonnie and Phil), I think I might just barf now. So good night!