As much as I love Audrey Tautou and Tom Hanks, I really shouldn't even try going to the movies anymore. Even if I did jump a mile (along with the rest of the theater) when Silas jumps out of the shadows at that old English guy's chateau.

So, apparently, Stacy and I had some margaritas with Ian M-something, the dude that discovered the White Stripes. We were all sharing a table at Cabo (me, stace, Ian, Ian's fiance, and Ian's fiance's coworker) and half chatting it up, half avoiding the coworker, half girl-talking, and it came up that Ian was in the music industry. It was later that Tony identified that this dude is, in fact, big in the business, and was Jack White's best man at his wedding. CRAZY huh?

P.S. I had an obnoxiously girly girl moment earlier today. I apologize for all those in the line of fire (within earshot).