My movie

This has been the perfect weekend for movies. From the steady stream of snow keeping us locked in comes this overwhelming feeling of calm laziness from knowing that even if you wanted to be living it up out on the town, you couldn't be. The universe wants, nay, demands that you be at home, curled up in a warm, fuzzy blanket. We even cleaned this morning, so the shoebox is a habitable, perhaps even pleasant place to be. Conditions are perfect.

Not being the type to waste a perfect opportunity, I watched my perfect movie. Do you have a movie like that? One that just speaks to your soul, where its particular quirky brand of humor melds perfectly with yours, and the story and the people just sweep you away into a bliss. It's not too happy, too sad, or too silly. It's your perfect blend. Waitress is my movie. It doesn't matter where I am when I start the show, my heart immediately pulls me and doesn't let me leave until the last frame. For 108 minutes I am blissfully lost in the tragedy and the sunshine of a life that isn't my own, but for the moment feels more real than reality. When the curtain finally falls, everything feels right. You're not laughing or crying or puzzling over deep, impossible questions. Just happy in all the right ways. Everyone needs a movie like that in their lives, especially on days like today.