It takes place in Milwaukee. This is, like, bigger for the city than when Danny Gokey made the hometown visit. I didn’t even know. And, I realize that Toronto, as sometimes referred to as Hollywood North, is home to many a movie and tv show filming. I don’t even bat an eyelash when I hear that so and so is in town working on a new film or that St. Andrews park is blocked off for taping. It’s old hat around here.

But when it’s Milwaukee? There’s just this like spark of pride in my hometown. I can’t help it. I mean, the first time my now-husband came to visit me, I made sure to take the long way just so we could pass Roger Dorn’s house.

So, this was a nice surprise.

You know what else was a nice surprise? Having a post-anniversary anniversary. You see…on the 17th, our 13th anniversary, the most romantic man in Canada and I went to work, and then we went for a barbecue birthday dinner at his sister’s house. (PS. The dinner was lovely. It was really nice to get together with the whole mishpacha to eat really, really good food, but it wasn’t exactly the ROMANTIC evening I was expecting; nowhere near it. Also, there was no cake.) And then, after the dinner, he went out to play his Tuesday night hockey game and then ended up staying to play another game. I was asleep when he got home.

So, the next morning, I told him how disappointed I was. And then I tweeted about it. Of course I did. And then I got a text telling me that my tweet would have been slightly more sting-y if he hadn’t arranged for our nanny to babysit so we could go out for sushi and to see Bridesmaids. (I guess we celebrate on the 18th now. I’m okay with that. I never say no to sushi of funny films.)

And it was funny. Really funny. It was not, however, as nonstop giggle-inducing as The Hangover, or my most favorite Apatow joint Anchorman. But, you see, the beauty of a female-led chick movie made with non-leading ladies is that you get these lovely laugh-out-loud, pee-in-your pants moments from strong and hilarious ladies like Kristen Wiig and Melissa McCarthy, but you also get a story with some heart, and not in a total typical chick flicky cheeseball way either. This is not Julia Roberts or Jennifer Aniston, you guys. No. This is physical comedy at its best. The only thing missing was Leslie Mann.

You see, Wiig’s Annie is seriously the saddest and most hilarious person at the same time. Her career is over, her British brother-and-sister duo of roommates are ridiculous, her love life is in the toilet, and her best friend has moved on to a bigger and better and fancier country-clubby life in Chicago and we have to sit and watch her life unravel while she tries to hold her shit together to help her childhood bff plan her wedding while causing more chaos than support.

But, you know, she gets to have weird sex with Jon Hamm,

NOT DON DRAPER

so maybe she’s not quite THE saddest of all time. But it was super emotional nonetheless, a fact I wish I had known going in to see the movie that is being buzzed around as the funniest movie ever.

No one is buzzing around with a much more appropriate “Bridesmaids is great. Make sure you wear depends undergarments and bring a box of tissues.”

You’re welcome.