I just walked in from a Book Club Dinner and this is the conversation that took place:
John: I have bad news.
Kyle: Oh great, what?
John: Dirty Dancing.
Kyle: What? Oh no. No No No.
(tears rolling down my face, doesn't help that I went to my 7th grade cousin's volleyball match at Pace this afternoon and kept looking for my grandfather, who obviously wasn't coming, so I am a little more emotional than normal)
Johnny Castle is gone.
I remember the slumber party where we watched Dirty Dancing and La Bamba both in the same night.
I am sad tonight, for more reasons than one.
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