Home of the Soul Cookie

…of healed-up happiness.

Saw American Wedding this afternoon, thanks to the summer schedule (read: Friday half-day) at work.

I really enjoyed the flick. It was a good sign that in a movie with as many “oh gross” and “oh my god” and make-you-flinch moments as this one (and believe me, there are some doozies) I’ve emotionally invested in the characters when I cried at the climactic wedding scene. (Full disclosure: I’ve cried at every friend’s wedding I’ve been to. Seriously. Just ask anyone.)

Alyson Hannigan was, of course, adorable. Jason Biggs turned in another delightfully uncomfortable performance as Jim. Seann William Scott, in his return to the Stifler character, repeatedly steals the show. And let’s not forget Eugene Levy in the anchor position. (As in a relay [good], not as in a boat [bad].)

So it wasn’t until after I had put in a morning of work at the office, driven 15ish miles to the theater, watched the movie, played one of the lobby video games (Bust-a-Move, if you must know), and was walking back to my car that I remembered today is the anniversary of my wedding, a long eight years ago.

And it was no big deal.

Funny how that heart thing works, ain’t it?