Ahem. Miss March...what should I say?
Oh dear, that is very true. Not five minutes ago you wouldn’t pick between our two movie options. :P
Exactly. Let’s leave the decision making up to you. I like that. So, what should we say, Natalie? :)
Well hurrah for me. *sigh* Hello everyone! Here we are, Miss March and Natalie, Natalie and Miss March. We’re together. RIGHT NOW. IN MY HOUSE. Having fun! (Which means mostly watching movies, but hey, everyone has their definition of fun.)
(You probably don’t want to know how many movies we’ve watched. ‘Hem.) Rest assured we’ve also been doing a lot of talking! In fact, we haven’t had enough time to talk in person that we’ve even been talking on google chat! (Okay, only for a little bit. :P)
Oh, I think they WOULD like to know how many movies we’ve watched. Shall we bare our souls and tell the appalling secret of what that number is?
I don’t know...well, alright. So far we have seen Mom’s Night Out, several episodes of Robin Hood (I’m making you proud, Olivia. She likes it!!!) (Yes. Rather. ;)), Northanger Abbey, Ever After (that one was good!), Random Harvest, The Happiest Millionaire, Emma 2009, North and South, Newsies (Natalie thinks she’s made me a fan. She just might be right. ;)), The Moonspinners, Only Angels Have Wings, The Magic of Ordinary Days, Jane Eyre, Father Goose,The Fighting Prince of Donegal (that one was new to me, and quite fun. MARK—-I mean, HUGH. <3) and of course a darling little home movie—NO! We shall not go into any details concerning that embarrassing film. We shall not even tell them what it was. Right?
But Natalie. I like details. Details are good things.
And it wasn’t embarrassing. At least, I wasn’t embarrassed. (Were you embarrassed?) Just don’t listen. *whispers* Guys, it was a Nancy Drew movie. It was very entertaining. And the interviews afterward were so much fun!! :D
Entertaining. Ha. For you, perhaps. What do you live for, after all, except to make sport for your neighbors and laugh at them in your turn? But in this case it was just you laughing in your turn. :P
Yes. Well I did laugh. (It was funny. I couldn’t help it. Nobody could have resisted.)
Fine. I shall forgive you this once. ;) Just don’t tell anyone how embarrassingly lame and cheesy it was. Otherwise I shall have to leave as soon as I can book a ticket. (Points for anyone who can pick out all the quotes scattered throughout this post.)
Oh, don’t leave!!! I don’t want you to leave. But honestly, I like cheese. And I’m sure our friends do, too. So you don’t have to worry about the cheesy parts. Really you don’t. :P
You’re quite right I won’t have to worry about them, because we’re talking about something else now.
Let’s tell everyone about meeting each other at the airport.
You’re right of course. And as you’re the one making the decisions, I agree. I’ll start. Let’s talk about my flight, because that was so interesting and everything. Basically, I got on this plane and flew for an hour and then I got off. And even though I couldn’t figure out how that huge big metal object was staying up in the air, it didn’t fall. I didn’t die.
You are very brave.
I KNOOOW! Putting my life on the line that way. I surprise myself sometimes.
We both surprise ourselves sometimes. Like when we had to cross that bridge. What courage we found inside ourselves!
Oh my, yes. Such courageous girls are not often to be found in this world, I think. We were very brave, indeed. (Private joke. You can ask, but we probably won’t tell you. Don’t like to boast, you know.)
Miss March is right. We are as silent as the grave on that point. :P
Aye. Mums the word. ;)
Anyway, to get back to what I was saying about my flight. So I got off the plane and was struck with this terrible fear that I wouldn’t be able to find the baggage area. Like I would get lost forever in the enormous airport and never be heard from again (which of course would be absolutely tragic!)...(and no I'm not exaggerating or being over-dramatic. Not at all. coughcough) But then I looked up and what do you know? There was this huge sign saying BAGGAGE...with this huge big arrow pointing me in the right direction!
Duh. That was easy.
So I followed the signs (because I’m smart) and I came around a corner and there up ahead I saw them! Natalie and her family standing by the wall, waiting for me. They didn’t see me immediately, so I
crept up on them, 'hem, I mean, made my way toward them...and then Natalie turned and looked and.... (your turn, Natalie)
Oh, is it truly my turn? My, I nearly fell asleep waiting. *yawn* (kiiidddiiiinnngg)
Well, I tried to interject something earlier during Miss March’s narrative but she would not relinquish the paper so I must say my piece now.
(Have at it. :P)
Where was I? *gets lost in thought* Oh yes. About Miss March getting lost in the airport. I worried over that a little too, although with less dramatics. I knew we’d find Miss March eventually. She certainly wouldn’t be lost forever. A couple of years, maybe, but not forever. :P
But I digress. Let me tell my half of this exciting story (exciting to us, at least!) My family and I arrived at the airport, thinking we had about 30 minutes before her plane arrived. We parked our car and began making our way into the airport to where we’d meet Miss March. I was so excited. I felt very much like I did the first time I ever met blogging pals but with less nervousness. After all, I had done this before. And I was an old professional at this point!
But upon examining that handy-dandy-screen-that-tells-you-when-the-flights-are-coming
-and-going (whatever it’s called) we discovered that Miss March’s plane was due to arrive in SIX minutes. Eeek! (haha, see what I did there, Miss March?)
(Yes. *glares* How can you be so unfeeling? I thought you was my friend, Natalie!! *sob*)
We hurried to the point where we’d be picking her up and waited. And waited.
Six minutes is a long time when you’ve been waiting six months to meet your blogging friend. ;D
Anyhow, I kept waiting, scanning the faces of the people, wondering when I’d see her. I was starting to get a little nervous at this point. I mean, she’d be here any second. And what if I don’t recognize her or what if we don’t get along or she’s lost or we got the wrong flight time or her plane was lost somewhere over the Atlantic or—
And then I turned around and THERE SHE WAS!!!!!!! And we hugged we each other and it was so surreal. She was real! This was happening! I’VE MET MISS MARCH!!!!!!
Now I’ll hand this over to her because I’ve spent way too much time talking.
You said it, girl. :P
Forgive me, friend.
What’s that? Goodness me, I must have fallen asleep! (And you thought I was being long-winded. Ha!) Anyway, yes! It was such a wonderful moment when we actually met, and were finally able to give each other a real hug! And, guess what? Those momentary fears that we might not get along were totally unfounded. We’ve gotten along swimmingly. (I mean we stayed up talking that first night until about 1:30. That definitely ought to count for something.)
Yes, indeed. And we’re so comfortable with each other that we’ve even begun to insult each other!
Is that an “S”? That’s not an “S”!
*sigh*. There she goes making fun of my handwriting again. :P Everyone, you know how nice Miss March is in the blogging world? IT’S A LIE. She’s a horrid, horrid person! ;P
Yes. And it makes me feel good all over!! ;)
All right, all right, enough with the silliness. In all honesty you’re amazing. I’m so glad you visited me. <3 *hugs*
Don’t. You’re making me blush. And I’m already red enough. (Sunburn you know.)
She refuses to wear sunscreen. (Horrid icky stuff.) Jane, you sad, girl. *shakes head*
Well, Miss March wants me to wrap this post up. We feel as if we could go on and on and on….but you wouldn’t thank us for that. If we went on and on and on. :P
Yes. That is, we’ve been having SO much fun and we have so much we could say (and many movies we could quote….or certain celebrities….whom we’ve been making fun of….shhh.)
And basically, to sum it all up, our visit has pretty much looked like this. Walking in the park. Talking. Sitting the pool. Talking. Lying on our beds. Talking. Eating food...uh not talking. When we eat food we watch movies. That’s how it goes.
*Nods* That is a pretty accurate picture. But we have fun. Too much fun, probably. I don’t want Miss March to leave. :’(
Aww. Natalie. You’re too sweet. Personally I can’t wait to get out of here, but…(kiiidddding!) It’s been an awesome visit! Truly! We must do it again sometime. :) I’m just so thankful for your friendship!! (I’m so thankful you’re thankful.) (Isn’t it wonderful the way we agree on things? We’re just so agreeable. ;))
*Both together!* BYE!
P.S. One more thing. I’ve discovered during this trip that there are FAR too many pitiable heroes in fiction. (Thornton, Ray, Mark, Henry, the other Henry, all the Henrys! ...There’s lots of Henrys. Did you ever notice that?)
YOU JUST READ MY MIND!!! That’s exactly what I was thinking. Wow.
P.P.S. Also I’m almost finished reading The Blue Castle. AND IT’S SO GOOD!!!
PS. Well, if you’re DONE now (heh), I want to say something too….except I don’t know what to say. But it’s unfair if you have a PS. and I don’t. *pouts* *runs off to my tower* *if I had a tower*
Which you don’t.
But Henry does.