I just saw this movie. IMO, it could have been better. But the theater was full of girls and if the collective sniffling tells me anything, mine could be an unpopular opinion.
But, this movie got me thinking, just in case something happens to me and I lose my memory of the last 5 years, I want you to first:
1. Take me to this Tumblr so I don’t try to update about my amnesia-trauma via LiveJournal (embarrassing). Also reading all my posts will remind me that I am vain and way too involved in social media. This will be good for me. It will help me connect with who I am.
2. Break the news to me (very gently) that instead of a chocolate toy poodle (I was obsessed with these 5 years ago) I have a half breed pit bull. Don’t let me see her right away. The force with which she jumps up onto me WILL NOT soften the blow that I don’t have a hand held poodle.
3. Secretly cut up my credit card. I won’t remember having one, and I don’t need too.
4. Explain to me that Abercrombie and Fitch henleys, super cropped cardigans, and Hollister shorty short denim shorts are out, and I should really use my spare energy mixing prints and working neon into my wardrobe. I won’t comprehend this at first. Be patient. Maybe read a Vogue to me as a bed time story. Please don’t ever let me go into Hollister again. Even if it does look like a fun beach house. It’s not. Not at all.
5. Lastly, remind me I’m engaged to T. I don’t think this will come as a shock for me like in the movie, because 1) T was never in Step Up, so I won’t be doubting my choices as much, and 2) T is wonderfully charming and a total babe and so patient and I’ll probably be pretty pleased with myself. I will however be super bummed I can’t remember our engagement story, so someone will need to fly me to Las Vegas stat and let me relive it all over again. A couple of times. It will HELP so DO IT.
