Predictably Unpredictable



I hung out with my three best friends on Sunday night. 
It was our Sex & The City date. 
While an enjoyable movie, it was so predictable. Near the end, I wanted to bitch-slap Carrie across the face when she... well, when the movie ended (I'm not spoiling it for anyone who hasn't seen it!). There is nothing worse than predictability in a movie.


Anyway, other than the movie's predictability, it was a super-funny, much-needed, inexpensive date with my hunnies. 

We talked about Nicole and my escapades... about my plans concerning my move to Montréal next summer... about Nicole's plan of following suit... about Jenn's wedding plans... about Janis' new boy. It's amazing how they make my life whole.

We realized that night that my desire to live in Montréal has everything to do with the wonderful city and nothing to do with my stupid irrationality. *Fewf!*

That was one twist in my story that I wasn't counting on... at least now I know. 

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