Have you ever done that? Cry during an entire movie? Not just parts but the whole thing. Well I didn't think it was possible but today I was proved wrong. I wasn't crying for Holly aka Hilary Swank. I wasn't crying for their terrible fights. I wasn't crying for her bad singing or rendition of Betty Davis. I wasn't even crying for the way Gerard Butler talks out of the side of his mouth. I was crying for my friend Bonnie. I was crying for the fire she is walking through. I was crying for her children. I was crying for their anniversary. I was crying for what can no longer be. I am crying now. I salute you Bonnie and your kids and your family and his family and your friends. I pray for you all. I plead with God to make it easier. I stand beside you in spirit, in The Spirit.
I had to follow that movie up with something a little less traumatic: Hairspray. It's got a good beat and it is easy to dance to. Bailey came around to watch the final scene and I said, "That's John Travolta dressed up to play Tracy's mom." Bailey said, "Isn't he embarrassed to be doing that?" Truer words, Bailey, truer words.