I watched the Mormon version of Pride and Prejudice tonight. If you’ve never seen it, I highly recommend it. It embraces how ridiculous it is.
Anyway, when the shots of Vegas came up at the end, Kaitie turned to me and went:
No wonder you like neon and bright lights.
Truth. (Last night, while walking next to the Atlas Performing Arts Center, I may have asked her if the lights made her feel like dancing because they did that to me.)