i need a therapist like crazy

I took a little trip to the SLC last night to 1) see Maggie, 2) see Like Crazy, and 3) eat food and cry.

Some of these things went better than the others.

Maggie, of course, is great.  We went to Himalayan Kitchen and fell in love.  With each other, and the giant bread basket (stuffed naan?  YES).  I got lamb coconut curry and felt very classy in my sparkly shirt that I did not spill on, thank you.

Then we went to the movie.

Y'all...

I had such high expectations for this film.  It wasn't bad, per se.  I just couldn't deal with my emotions!

For the first 10-15 min I was so in love with their love I couldn't stand it.  

For the rest of the time I was confused.  I was stressed.  I had wanted to cry so bad, and there was a time or two when I could have, but it wouldn't come out.  And that stressed me out even more.  So, we're rolling along.

And it ends.  Very ambiguously.  Which is fine, I guess.

The credits start rolling and suddenly I'm sobbing.  And laughing.  Because the three guys behind us were sharing our same hateful sentiments towards the whole thing.

The best part of the credits was the song.  It was also in the trailer and I am beyond obsessed.