The other night Nik, Kellie and I went to see a movie. Outside the theater Nik commented:
Nik: It looks cool.
Me: It's the Biograph.
Nik: (meaning nothing to her) Okay.
Me: It's the theater John Dillenger was shot coming out of.
Nik: I hope we don't get shot coming out of it.
Me: (laughing) I hope not. Besides, he was a gangster.
Kel: He was totally a gangsta.
Me: Well he wasn't a gangsta.
Kel: Yeah he was.
Me: I don't even think that they had gangstas back then.
Kel: (laughing) Yes they did! He was a gangsta!
Me: (sigh)

Oh for shizzle J. Dillengizzle!

Then today Nik was going to Boston. I called her on her cell phone and recited part of Good Will Hunting to her in my bad Bostin accent. "Ya nah whaat tha baast paaht a ma dah is?" I asked her. "Pullin' aahp to yaaeah haaas in maah caah. Haaapin' to gaaahd yeeaah naaaht thaaa." It turned out Nik was only in Indiana so far. Shit.