i walked the line

well kids, yesterday was the 28th of february. it was a great day for several reasons:
1) it was the last day of february (february makes me want to stay in bed)
2) it was the day of the women's ministries servant spa, organized by yours truly
3) it was the day that walk the line came out on dvd

it is this last item on which i choose to focus. as some of you may know, i saw walk the line five times in the theatre before the aforementioned video release. it was, by far, my favorite movie in a long time. excellent writing, beautiful cinematography and dazzling performances drew me back to the theatre time and time again.

needless to say, i was super excited about the chance to have this movie in my possession. but, if you'll remember, i am experiencing a period of very romantic poverty in my life. i haven't made a single purchase since january (besides rent and food). so i had decided not to buy the movie and count it as romantic, since i really, really wanted it but was too poor. well then, i got a ton of money for babysitting, and the lady filled up my gas tank for me. my roommate told me i should go get it. so we made a special trip to walmart and i purchased the movie that dreams are made of...and i felt a little guilty. but we came home and watched the director's commentary version. it was great. (by the way, after listening to him talk about the movie, we both decided to quit school, move to california and make movies about our lives...more to come on that later.)

if you're bored to tears so far, stick with me, because the plot is about to get (slightly) more interesting. after the viewing of the movie IN MY OWN HOME, i got ready for the servant spa over in kent. the spa (which is very irrelevant to the story) was sponsored by women's ministries, and was an opportunity for girls to come over to the apartments in kent and get a manicure, pedicure, massage, facial, haircut or eyebrow-plucking. it was really fun. anyway, i went to load up my car, and guess what was on my front seat? that's right. a brand new copy of walk the line. i felt even more guilty! someone, out of the goodness of their heart, thought to buy me a little luxury that i couldn't afford. but i had already splurged. i felt really bad. who did it?

the spa was amazing...i sat at the table in the lobby and greeted the women, and shooed away the men. one of the men, none other than jon herr, stayed for awhile and talked to me. long story short, he bought my copy of the movie, and i made a five dollar profit. amaaaazing. i packed up and went home from the spa. my roommate made a phone call...


the movie was from greg. pretty sweet, huh?