Hey Baby

Just finished watching Dirty Dancing. (Yes even in Japan. On Moooveee Pllusss) I'm not sure I've seen it since I was about eight. I don't know if it's my proximity (distant) to home, or whether I'm becoming a terribly cheesy (for lack of a better word) individual, but it was good. As I noticed every muscle in Patrick Swayze's back flex as he was doing the mambo, I began to think I might have an idea what my mother has seen in the movie. (Sorry mom...) I even felt a few tears welling in my eyes as Jennifer Warnes crooned her way through "I had the time of my life..." in the last scene. I think that might have had more to do with my proximity to home... Time for sleep.

Bon soir.