About my not-obsessed friends

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It took nearly a week, but, eventually, someone in Boston noticed I wasn't around. I was dully informed that I'd better get back in time for a homemade Greek dinner, because I'd be hosting. So I did.

I showed them my holiday haul. They laughed their asses off at the Clooney DVDs and then insisted we watch One Fine Day. This required less chocolate and alcohol than expected. Probably because we were full.

Thanks to my mom I've a high tolerance for cheesy romances set in Manhattan. This one at least had the decency to not feature Meg Ryan.