Chirky

Bianca and I recently hung out together.

That statement alone should tell you one of two things: Either (1) we hung out, The End; or (2) hello, people! It was Bianca and me! What do you EXPECT happened???

After dining at the Olive Garden, we decided that we wanted cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. We were in Lewisville, with no CF in sight. Being the savvy gals we are, we decided to get a slice from Starbucks! Because Starbucks carries CF Cheesecake!!

We had decided to see a movie that evening, a movie that was starting in about ten minutes, leaving little time for the enjoyment of the cheesecake. We decided to get our dessert to go, cause that's just how we roll.

The movie theater frowns upon food and beverages from outside sources. That didn't stop one roommate of mine, long ago, from popping a bag of popcorn, stuffing it in her purse and grabbing two 12-oz cans of coke from the fridge before we went to the theater. The distinctive sound of us opening our cokes in the silent movie theater was enough to make me sink into my theater seat and vow to never again do such a thing. That vow did not stop me from taking my Chinese-food dinner into the theater, complete with chopsticks (SO hard to eat with chopsticks in the dark!), to watch Remember the Titans. That roommate, I might add, was NOT Bianca. I was ghetto long before Bianca. She just served to enhance the ghetto factor by adding her own flare.

We wrapped the cheesecake in a napkin and carefully placed it in Bianca's purse, then carpooled to the theater. But, wait! Oh no!! I forgot my hoodie in my car, and theaters are notoriously FREEZING. Especially since I was wearing a skirt and tanktop.

Bianca thought she could remedy our problem by opening her trunk and exposing all the clothes and junk she was carting around with her. Then she saw it. And I couldn't stop her. I couldn't beg her to not allow it to happen. If Roger had been present, it certainly would NOT have happened. He would have taken his own shirt off of his back before letting us do what we did.

It was floral. An old comforter, for those emergencies in Texas when you might need a blanket because it's so cold outside. It's October 19th and 90 degrees outside. And you know, we might need a blanket in case a freak blizzard whips through the state.

Bianca managed to convince me to carry it into the theater. Laughing, I rolled it up under my arm, much like a sleeping bag. It was about that bulky, too. Oddly enough, we received no strange looks from others. We settled into our seats and curled up in the comforter. It was so warm! I loved it! Except the carrying-it-in-and-spreading-it-out-and-folding-it-back-up-and-carrying-it-back-out.

He looks a bit like Jude Law here, don't you think? Except he's not cheating on his wife with the nanny.

Whoa...me thinks SOMEONE recently had a collagen injection!

Halfway through the movie, I heard Bianca whisper to me, "Do you want some cheesecake?" I looked at her, giggled, and nodded. She got it out and handed it to me, and I spent five unsuccessful minutes during the movie trying to peel the entire paper napkin off the side of the soggy cheesecake. She got out the plastic forks we had packed, and we nibbled at it. Nibbled, because of the tiny pieces of paper napkin stuck to the outside of it.

And in case you haven't seen The Island with Scarlett Johansson and Ewan McGregor, here's a sneak peek, delivered MST 3000-style:

Yes, my filming skills are ingenious, I know. It's because I'm very special. Very, very special.