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Happy Weepy

How in the heck am I supposed to work on my thesis if I get sucked into movies like The Notebook and get all weepy? Huh? I ask you?

It's my own damn fault of course. I put the DVD in, but just to watch while I ate my lunch. An hour and a half later...

But, it has inspired me to go through and edit an interview with this very cute older couple I know. (In case you don't know The Notebook is a series of flashbacks of a relationship and we get to see them when they are both young and old. Very moving. ) Here's an exerpt of my interview:

Joe - I met my wife at a birthday party. My friend said, “Why don’t you come to the birthday party?”

I says, “I don’t know the girl whose party it is.”

He says, “You don’t have to know her. Come with me!”

So we went, and my wife was there. I never knew her before then. I knew her father and her brother but I didn’t know her. The birthday party was in the fall and then New Year’s Eve that same friend called me up and he says, “Are you going out tonight?”

I said, “No, I’m staying home.”

He says, “Why don’t you come to the dance at the Odd Fellows Dance Hall?”

I says, “Well, I haven’t got a girlfriend.”

He says, “Call Dot. She’ll go.” This is five o’clock in the evening New Years Eve.

Dot - You see how desperate I was?

Joe – And I did call her and she said yes. And that was the beginning. A couple weeks later we went to the movies.

Dot – When we graduated we had to have a white dress underneath our gown. Joe always says that’s what got me a husband. And I still have it.

Joe – She was so cute!


Golly gosh darn it. You should have heard them telling this story, as if it were the 800th telling. And maybe it was but they flowed so well together. It's actually making it very hard to edit. But I will persevere. Adios!

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