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Singing In the Rain

Last year, the bestby was in a Film Study class. One of the most coveted classes in all of high school. Getting graded to watch movies? Who doesn't want that? (It was a much harder class than everyone thought, just by the way.) I wanted to take that class as well. My favorite parts of movies is watching the bonus features on how they're made. But alas. 2/3 of the movies they watched were rated r. I made a personal decision for myself two years ago that I would never watch another R rated movie after watching many. So when I saw film study on my schedule, I sadly went and got it removed and switched for a different class. But I wished that I could take the class and learn about how movies were made.

Luckily for me, my English teacher was teaching the bestby's film study class. And it just so happened to be on my off hour. So one day I had a talk with him, explained my dilemma, and he let me sit in on his class whenever they weren't watching R movies! I was a dang good student in that class and listened more than most of the kids in there. I'm so grateful for him letting me do that. He was an amazing teacher in more ways than just that.

Anyways. The very first movie I saw in that class was Singing in the Rain. I got to watch it with the bestby, senior year was just starting. Thinking about that gives me little butterflies :) I also learned that the bestby loves musicals. I never would have thought that! He was constantly singing all the songs and talking about it.

So. When I heard that Singing in the Rain was going to be in theaters for one night, I went home and bought tickets right away. I told the bestby to take the day off work, that I had a surprise for him. I kept him guessing, only giving him the hint to bring an umbrella. I loved driving him crazy :)

Everything was good and I got to planning. . . . And then I got in trouble at work. I wasn't totally sure about a few things so I missed an important meeting and an on call shift and yeah. So after I took my turn standing in the corner of shame, I found out that I had an on call shift the day of the movie. The time of the movie. I might have had to work. I was stressed out all week. Then the time came for me to call in and see if I had to go in. When I called, they made me sit on the line for what felt like eternity before a manager answered. Uh oh, I thought. If they're taking so long to answer, they're probably busy and I'll have to come in. . . .

Then someone answered. The first words out of her mouth where, you don't have to work! Enjoy your afternoon. Oh, you bet I did!

I wore a dress/shirt thing that I got in Utah. I loved the Japanese vibe it had. I was pretty over dressed for just a movie but I didn't care. I took this picture after the night, so my hair's a little crazy. :)

Then I made the bestby dinner. I made him White corn guacamole from California Pizza Kitchen. It's my new favorite snack. Even though the bestby is Mexican, he doesn't like guacamole. But he ATE this up. So that's how good it is!

You know you want some :) When the food was done, I went and picked up the bestby. We ate at my house, and then the surprising began. Of course, I couldn't let him see where we were going. So I had to blindfold him. Wouldn't be the first time. He wanted to bring a juice box for the road, hence the juice.

The whole way there he tried to guess where we were going. Informing me when the sun kept moving. And looking at the people in the other cars at stoplights. Well, sort of. Then we got to the movies. I helped him out the car and to walk. A group of ladies stared at us and said we were so cute, that it was so cute I was surprising him. The bestby thought we were going clubbing at this point. I got him to the theater, got the tickets, and then he couldn't take it anymore. He had to know where we were. So I let him take the blindfold off before we walked in. I didn't let him hold his ticket though.

There was a line of older ladies waiting outside the theater. The bestby thought we were there to see spiderman. All the ladies were laughing at us with our surprise. But alas, it couldn't be kept forever. The bestby overheard someone saying something about Singing in the Rain. The bestby gasped and stared at me. It was so cute. Then he got really excited. I was worried he wouldn't be as excited about the surprise as I thought he would. But he absolutely loved it, which made me so so happy :)

And I absolutely fell in love with the movie. It was fantastic. Amazing. I loved it. I was in awe at the dance numbers, remembered all the little facts from film study. The songs, the moves, the acting. Man. It was amazing. Definitely staying on my favorite movie list!

After the movie, I realllyyyy wanted some ice cream from this little homemade shop. They make my favorite ever- cake batter ice cream with fudge, cookie dough, brownies, and oreos mixed in. Well, I should say made. They don't make it anymore. They didn't even have the cake batter ice-cream. I was sooo sad! The lady said cookie dough with fudge was close, so I let her make me some of that.

It was SOOOOO good. I'm pretty embarrassed of some of the things I did during my sugar high ;) The bestby thought it was funny though, so it was all good. It was a fantastic night. :) I love putting together little surprises for my best friend.

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