on our way to this week's installment of the dk & sabs & sometimes randall summer movie series, dk and i got into a conversation about age. mostly we were discussing why some people who are younger seem older, and how it's usually because they dress nicer/more professional.
as we were driving to the kabuki (which is by far my fave theatre in san francisco), i started to tell her about how a lot of my mom's friends assume my sister is the older one. i was only halfway through my story (in which the main point is that she dresses more professionally because hello folks, she is a lawyer), when dk flipped down my visor and told me to look in the fucking mirror (especially at my ridiculous glasses, jean jacket and oh maybe my bright yellow fishing lure/80s looking earrings) and told me i didn't need to finish the sentence. we nearly died laughing, dk could barely breathe and could only say "your glasses..." also, i am pretty sure she was crying tears of joy.
ps. we saw away we go, and i thought it was wonderfully sweet and great. sure there are some cliches, but overall it was solid and adorable and just totally sweet.
