Last night, I watched Ocean’s 8, while on the first night of four of an all girls weekend getaway. This ritual I have committed to every few months includes not eating well – or putting aside all dietary restrictions and just gorging and then complaining about it the following morning over coffee and a soft-boiled egg. But I suppose that’s what makes it fun or give us time to bond on a whole different level then the way we do with our significant others. Right? Anyway, after consuming too much sugar and spice and everything not-so-healthy, I had trouble sleeping. So I went back downstairs and watched a film which everyone earlier declined, opting for O8 instead. The film, Book Club is now on demand, with purchase or membership for our viewing pleasure – you know, the over 40 crowd would probably enjoy the story more than those just reaching maturity or are at the start of their life. But I have to tell you – I haven’t laughed as hard since binge-watching the Golden …