a blast from the past

is what we experienced the night the porter girls went to see

titanic in 3d.  i don't usually like 3d, but i pretty much reverted

back to the twelve year-old girl who would do anything

for leonardo dicaprio, so i loved it this time around.

we reminisced about a four year-old chelsa, who knew exactly what numbers on

the vcr meant she had to push stop, fast forward, and then play to skip the

nudie-boobie scenes on our vhs copy of the film those 13 years ago.  wasn't titanic

every tyke's favorite movie, right along with the boz?

sarah and chelsa had a running commentary, so it was a good thing that i

wasn't right next to them.  i really did love it as much as i did the first seven

times i saw it in theaters with syrie bennington in sixth grade. 

so what, i was the only one who cried.  ok, sobbed.

i still think that the door was big enough for both of them, dammit.

it certainly was a girls night of titanic proportions.