Another streak is broken. Saturday night, S. and I went to see our first movie in a theater together since 2004. One of her sisters informed us that we would be going out and she would be watching the girls, so we decided to go crazy and see a flick instead of just going to dinner. We caught Juno, which I thought was as good as everything I had heard about it. We even went to the artsy theater instead of the multiplex, so I drank a glass of beer while we watched. I’m not talking about some paper cup. I’m talking about a glass of beer. And I can’t get “Anyone Else But You” out of my head.

For the record, the last movie we saw together in a theater was Anchorman, two weeks before M. was born. We really know how to pick them.