Megan Stielstra's Blog

I don’t really do romantic comedies.

That said, when Betsy called me up and said she had two free tickets to the new Zach Braff movie and did I want to go, I said Hell, yes! because there is nothing Betsy could invite me to that I would dream of passing up. I would see a back-to-back Meg Ryan FESTIVAL if Betsy asked me, because somehow, when the two of us get together, we can spin any old thing into Something Greatly Introspective which we’ll discuss as we wait in the car to get out of the parking garage, most of our sentences beginning with “Remember before Ben/Christopher when I ________________” and at this point I’ll just refer you over to her, as though we’re a team in that triathalon relay where I run around the track and then pass the little wand into her hand as she begins running and then back and forth ad infinitum.