I sit here in my living room sulking with a pint of Chunky Monkey, with a soap opera on. How pathetic is this? But it’s the only thing that makes me feel better.

KNOCK KNOCK !!!!

I put the ice cream on the table and mute the soap and get up in my sweat pants, and oversized sweat shirt and walk to get the door.

Crap! It’s him… I squeak the door open.

“What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t forget, did you?”

“Uhhh?”

“Movie night, Classics, remember?”

“Oh, right, come on.”

“So Chunky Monkey…and Soap Opera? Ok little change in taste, Halz.”

“Oh, sorry, I was just… You want some popcorn?”

“Umm, yeah sure.”

“Okay, five minutes. What movie are we watching?”

“I’ve selected The Untouchables.”

“Sounds good.”

Beep!!!

“Popcorn.”

We sit on the couch with the popcorn in the middle.

“Here we go, Halz.”

“Yeah, here we go.”