Mrs. Darcy and Mrs. Bingley

So this weekend has been a rather silly one. I hung out with my buddy Blake from school. She LOVES action movies and rarely watches girly movies. So, I brought one of my all time favorite movies for us to watch, Pride and Prejudice. Throughout the movie Blake giggled, gasped, hit me out of excitement, and by the end declared herself Mrs. Darcy. I was okay with that because I had previously declared myself Mrs. Bingley. (Charles Bingley is my goofy, silly, factional true love.) Blake told me she now understood me on a better level and why I am so emotionally messed up. It’s all to blame on chick flicks (ahem… excuse I mean “romantic comedies.” A girl once ate me out for calling them chick flicks.) Jane Austen is the author of this fine literature masterpiece. As I’ve said before, I sometimes pretend that Jane and I have teatime together and have girl talk. In my fantasy world she is one of my best friends. (Also in my fantasy world, chocolate never makes you gain weight and toast flies, constantly supplying you a delicious breakfast meal when need be.) Anyways, Blake and I have come to address each other, spontaneously, as Mrs. Darcy and Mrs. Bingley, talking in British accents and using big words. For instance, we were walking to gym, talking all British-like.

“Mrs. Bingley, tea with you yesterday was absolutely splendid,” she said.

“Oh yes, absolutely. But out conversation has left my head quite disheveled. I am in a state of confusion,” I said.

“Well that is often what happens when we speak of your emotional state. It is a one of great disarray,” Mrs. Darcy said.