Dear John,

I have a confession.

I have a slight obsession with Nicholas Sparks books.

With this being said, my sister and I planned for a girls' night out to see the premiere of Dear John in theaters. As soon as I finished up at my internship, I headed over to my Momma and Daddy's to see my niece. After a while, my sister was on her way home so I hopped in the car to meet her at her house. After an hour of indecisive clothes-changing, she was ready to go (Love you sis!) We stopped at the closest gas station before braving the traffic near downtown.

Plan A)

Drive to Warren.

Pick up tickets.

Watch Dear John and cry in the balcony while eating dinner.

SOLD OUT

Plan B)

Pick up tickets for a later showing.

Drive to eat dinner.

Kill time at a nearby mall.

Drive back to Warren.

Watch Dear John and cry our eyes out.

SOLD OUT

Plan C)

Drive to Harkin's downtown.

Pick up any available ticket for the earliest showing of our movie.

Stand in line.

Watch Dear John and cry until we can't open our eyes anymore.

SOLD OUT

Plan D)

Make reservations to The Melting Pot over the phone.

Drive downtown to Harkin's.

Pick up tickets for a later showing.

Eat dinner and kill a couple of hours.

Watch Dear John and cry audibly for the entire theater to hear and until we can't open our eyes.

NO RESERVATIONS..BUT...We got the TICKETS!

Plan E)

Pay for parking.

Walk indecisively across town until we find a suitable location for dinner.

Stop at a local Italian restaurant.

Eat so much we can't move anymore.

Realize we have two hours to kill after dinner.

Sit and listen to each other make imitating comments from one of our latest Pixar movies.

Walk to the car.

Drive to Harkin's.

Stop at a Starbuck's.

Make ourselves completely miserable from drinking coffee after having a huge meal.

Stand in line for 45minutes.

Take our seats in the largest theater...middle of the middle.

Wait patiently.

Watch Dear John and excessively cry using a half a roll of toilet paper from the ladies' restroom.

It was wonderful