I remember watching Bride Wars with my old roommate, Jackie, as we sat on our broken, hand-me-down futon, with Chinese food containers nested in our laps and cheap wine on the side in plastic cups like true broke college students.
In the movie, two best friends get engaged at the same time and then nearly ruin their friendship (and their weddings, and their relationships) because of their “bridezilla”-esque behavior. It’s generally supposed to be a funny movie, but when Anne Hathaway’s boyfriend proposed to her in the movie as they ate Chinese food and watched TV, Jackie turned to me with a dead serious look on her face.
“That’s how I want to be proposed to,” she said. “Not because I think it’s cute or comfortable. Just because I really love fried rice that much.” She shook her nearly-empty white container as a testament.