Fucking Florida of all places

Julie and I are not touchy-feely best friends (Well, except when she gets drunk and tries to make out with me, but that's different), but this morning, we both got a little choked up and went back for a second hug. Thursday, that bitch is leaving me and going to Florida with the Hot Irish Boyfriend. I am sad.

Last night, we did our final trip to the Parkside and then picked up a bottle of wine and went back to my place to watch Eurotrip, which I think would have been funny even if I hadn't been so drunk. Julie told me a story about stealing her neighbor's boxes for the move, lying about it and then getting totally busted. Typical Julie stuff. She always says the absolute wrong thing when under pressure, and the outcome is usually hilarious.

In high school, Julie dated Mike for a little while. Mrs. F, Julie and I decided to go to the movies with Mike and his hot friends, specifically Bram Auget who I loved more then I loved Nikki Sixx.

We decided to see The Guardian AKA the Worst Horror Film Ever Made. The only problem was, it was rated R and we were 15. Luckily, our local movie theater employed the same ID method as my local liquor store - they simply asked how old you were. So all we had to do was say we were 18 and we were in.

We thought Julie might mess this up, so we practiced asking her how old she was. Once we were confident she could do it, we bought our tickets. Julie bought hers last, and buckled under the pressure. She admitted she was only 15 and they would not sell her the ticket.

I tried reasoning with the man behind the counter. Told him she was my little sister and I'd be grounded if she didn't see the movie with us. He was not working with me at all. We sent Julie back up to buy a ticket to Ernest Goes to Jail and told her to sneak into the theater at her earliest convenience.

After three failed attempts to sneak into our movie, Julie was thrown out of the movie theater. She managed to talk her way back in on the condition that she watch Ernest Goes to Jail and stay put. So she did.

Now that I think about it, she probably saw the better movie. Maybe we should have snuck into hers.