My thirty-year-old friend Keith shushed me last night when the trailer for G.I. Joe came on the television. He leaned forward on the couch and giggled (like a little girl) with excitement during the whole commercial.
"I have all those action figures," he told me. "They're at my parents' house."
"And how often do you play with them?" Karen asked.
"Every time I go home!" he enthusiastically admitted.
Just as I was about the tease him mercilessly for this display of juvenile fervor, the trailer for the new Harry Potter came on. (The trailer that I've seen at least 8 times, by the way.) I literally squealed with delight and watched, completely enraptured, while whispering, "Oh, I am so excited!"
Keith raised an eyebrow at me.
Ah, yes. Well, I'll forgive your nerdiness, dear, if you'll forgive mine.