Mean Girls, the movie

Becky and I and Amy, a friend of Becky’s, and Mary, a friend of Amy’s, all met at Becky’s house yesterday. Music ties us all together, though we are all in different stages of our studies. I, the lowest on the totem pole, and probably the youngest of us four, am not currently studying music besides to learn a 3 minute long offertory piece for church to be performed on July 11, 2004. Becky is studying at UT working on her Masters degree in Horn Performance, french horn, although I have been told by many horn players that there is not much french about it. Amy, an oboist, I believe is working on her Doctorate. I bet it’s in oboe performance, but I’m not completely sure… could be education… but I am betting it’s perfomance. And Mary, who I met last night and is a lot of fun, is studying for a Doctoral Conducting degree also at UT. But surprising as it may sound, we did not meet at Becky’s house to discuss anything musical! Nope, not one wit of music, no, not one.

The meeting at Becky’s house only served to get all four of us in the same place at the same time so we could all pile into the Nissan Maxim Becky drives. Yes, it is missing the last “A” on the trunk and therefore only spells Maxim! I chuckle every time I see it.

So Becky drove the Maxim to the “ghetto” HEB where we all stocked up on candy for the movie we were about to see. Oh, yes, did I mention that the title of this post refers to the MOVIE, Mean Girls, not the three other girls I was with?! Well, yes, then, it refers to the movie … which was an entertaining movie for a group of four girls on a Wednesday evening who can still remember what it was like to be in high school. It wasn’t totally accurate because who in high school shows that much cleavage, or even, a-hem, has enough to even know what cleavage is? but it was accurate with the cliquish, gossipy, syrupy-thick-selfishness that is high school. They even nailed the junior-year-crush. Well, at least for me… but did I mention the cleavage?

The movie was set in Evanston, Illinois. I’ve even lived in Evanston, but the life they portrayed is vastly different from the graduate housing life I lived at Northwestern. For one, I don’t remember cleavage running rampant like a disease with no cure, but apparantly the girls at North Shore High have a bad case of it. It made me uncomfortable, just so uncomfortable and it was distracting. I would NEVER let any child of mine wear the clothes that were worn in that movie. Dirty diseased distracting uncomfortable clothing. And it wasn’t just the students in the movie with the distracting uncomfortable cleavage!! Yes, the cleavage-disease had infected even a TEACHER!!

At last, long last, the movie ended with a pair of Walker Brothers Pancake House gift certificates being given away, which is totally the BEST place in the entire WORLD for pancakes and which also took my mind off of all the ridiculous cleavage long enough to last into the credits.