On the way back from Vegas on Saturday,
our plane was temporarily diverted to a runway in Rochester because of
bad weather in New York. While many of my travel companions were busy playing celebrity, I watched "The Notebook."
I'd
seen the end before, not too long after a break-up. And after catching
just the last fifteen minutes, I cried for three hours.
While I enjoy a good cry every once in a while, every time someone has tried "to Notebook
me," I've refused. Three hours of crying should only happen when
someone you actually know, in the real world, dies... or breaks up with
you. But when you're stuck on a plane with few channels and nothing
better to do (we know, we could have played celebrity or gotten
wasted), sometimes a sappy movie hits the spot. And most times, Ryan
Gosling hits the spot.
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