Unsinkable

I've never sobbed unabashedly in a movie theater as much as I have when I saw Titanic six times in theaters back in 1998. And I haven't sobbed unabashedly in a movie theater as much since. Well, until I saw Titanic in 3D today. (Only minor exception in this history was my viewing of a critical death scene in The Hunger Games. Even then, it was 30 seconds of sniffly tears. Not the knock-down, drag-out sobbing that ensues for the last half of Titanic.)

Case in point:

AND THEN THEY'RE ALL

AND AND AND THEN

"You jump, I jump. Right?" GUH REALLY THE TEARS.

Between THAT, and then all of the scenes with ladies kissing their husbands goodbye forever (which only made me cry more now that I've got a husband of my own), and people sliding down the ship's deck to an uncertain, grisly fate (poor Trudy!), I was a hot mess. A hot, teary, blotchy-faced, puffy-eyed mess.

And it felt so good.

In an unrelated story, we were outbid for the house. Unless the aforementioned higher bid falls through, our little dream house is out of the picture. Mreh. There will be better things in store, but I can't say I'm not disappointed.