I have a long and illustrious career as a third wheel. As a matter of fact, I've become rather practiced at being a fifth, seventh, and miscellaneous other odd-numbered wheels. Last night, though, was my ultimate achievement in third-wheeldom. My Opus. My hillside covered in giant umbrellas.
Last night, on Valentine's Day, I went to a movie with my close friend the Dancer, and her boyfriend.
This was truly a stroke of artistic genius on my part. I'm taking the third wheel to all new levels. I'm blazing a new trail. I'm coming up with new cliches.
In all fairness (because they both protest my non-third-wheelness), the situation was actually different. The boyfriend was booked, so the Dancer and I made plans then the boyfriend's plans fell through, so all three of us went to a movie. I just find the situation highly amusing.
We saw Capote. It was really, really good.
