Hitler and I went to the Wally- I wanted to look at an MP3 player, she wanted to look at a tricycle for the Boo. Wally has a "Twilight" section at the store- a futon set up with the movie playing and some merchandise to purchase. We walked past it and it was at the end of the movie, the hospital scene (with some bad acting from Kristen Stewart (I hate the way she mumbles/stumbles) and that close up on Renee when she comes too- OY!). We stop, we watch, I try to not repeat lines (or horrible unconscious habit I have with movies that I like). We get ready to walk away and a group of 10 teenagers come up to us and say they are doing a photo scavenger hunt and need to take a picture with some of their friends and two strangers doing the YMCA. Hitler looks at me, unsure. I grab the stuff out of her hands and say we'll do it. So in the middle of Wally, Hitler, me and four kids are singing and doing hand motions to the YMCA chorus while two or three cameras flash away. Ten painless seconds, I'm sure that will be posted on some little teeny blog about 2 idiots doing the YMCA .
After they flee, I told Hitler that that was way less painful that getting serenaded for a video scavenger hunt. She looks perplexed....
One night, over summer break, shortly before our Senior year of high school is about it start, Weeny and I go to see Jack. After Jack, we decide to go to Colonial Ice Cream. Colonial was always a crap shoot for us- something odd always transpired (example: someone wanted to order food, the waiter said the kitchen is closed, ice cream only, and then a group that was seated after us, being served by the same guy gets a burger...WTF???). This visit was no different. Weeny and I are sitting there chatting away and a group of 4 kids w/ a video camera walk around the restaurant, and we are chalking it up to another special trip to Colonial. Then I get tapped on the shoulder... This guy says "We are doing a video scavenger hunt, and we have to sing 'You've Lost That Loving Feeling', like in Top Gun, to a stranger, would you mind helping us?" I look at Weeny, she shakes her head, and I tell them no we don't mind... and he says they'll be back, they have to get backup singers, and just to act natural. A few minutes later, I'm tapped on the shoulder again and the guy starts to belt out in a low voice "You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips...And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips...You're trying hard not to show it...But baby, baby I know it...You've lost that lovin' feeling...Whoa, that lovin' feeling...You've lost that lovin' feeling...Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh" UM... HO-LY SHIT!!!!! I'm turning the reddest of reds, and he continues into the second verse- scoots into the booth with me, holds my hand, and just keeps singing. He sang the entire song, loudly, to me, and the entire restaurant is staring. I'm dying. He finishes the song, the restaurant is clapping, he kisses my cheek, says thanks and the group leaves.
Again.... HO-LY SHIT.
Weeny is just laughing. The waitress comes with the ice cream concoctions. We eat, we laugh, I'm still red. Only at Colonial.
I'm a sucker for helping people for scavenger hunts when cameras are involved.
And speaking of Twilight... I watched the movie 3 times in 24 hours when I first got it, and I haven't watched it since. Aren't you proud of the self control?? I did, however, pick the books back up. I don't think I'll ever tire of it. I'm obsessed in the most unhealthy way.
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