We thought we were going camping last weekend, until a Wednesday phone call announcing that my sister-in-law was getting married on Saturday as a prelude to adopting a baby. Whoo! So Saturday was the wedding, which was low key, emotional, and lovely. These two are made for each other-- just took the SIL awhile to see that, but it's all good now.
Sunday our family went to a water park. There's another one in town we've been to many times, which I know well. The kids enjoyed this other one a lot, and I enjoyed it less-- it makes my water issues more obvious. I hate water in the face, and I don't like being underwater at all. *koff* weenie *koff* This place has a bunch of rides that have steep drops (aww! Too much for my stomach now) and a LOT of conclusions that nearly drown you. I went on one twisty open slide about 6 times (at the kids' behest), and was thrown face-first through a wall of water at the end 50% of the time. Ugh. Another slide unexpectedly threw a dense spray of water in my face for the last 20 seconds or so, and I was not prepared for that. Makes me feel like I'm suffocating. Grrr. My husband won't go on much of anything-- if it's not his stomach (things that go in circles are torture for him) it's his fear of banging his head on stuff in enclosed spaces. The kids went on a lot of stuff alone, rode nearly everything fearlessly, and had a fabulous time. Which is what really matters. :)
Sometimes I hear of things that I really wish I'd seen personally. One was a Dread Zeppelin concert, where the review mentioned the lead singer Tortelvis performing his medley of "Heartbreaker/Heartbreak Hotel." Do you see the appeal?
Another, which I'm reminded of with the passing of film director Ingmar Bergman, was a short film spoof called Die Döve that a friend saw and reported to me back in college :
This is a fake Swedish movie, with fake-Swedish dialogue (more fake than the the Muppets' Swedish Chef) and subtitles that explain the dialogue (as if that was necessary-- try reading it out loud).
A man is approached by Death, who wears black robes and carries a scythe.
Death: Die termbe is a-cermbe. (The time has come)
Man: Neh! Erm a-still a-yernge. (No! I'm still young.)
The Man persuades Death to play him a game of tennis, where if the Man wins then Death will let him live. They play heatedly against a foggy gray backdrop until match-point, and Death is on the verge of winning when the Man draws back to smash the ball over the net. Suddenly, there is a *splat* right in the man's eye which causes him to miss the shot.
Man: Ö. Die döve... (Oh. The dove...)
Death wins and the Man dies.
I've never seen this mini-movie, but how could you forget a description like that? Especially if you've seen a classic Bergman film?
There IS a commercial that we did see years ago and still laugh about. It's a beer commercial that features two men standing in front of a video store monitor while their girlfriends look for movies. Playing on the instore monitor is a barely-lit black-and-white scene with an overly made-up woman saying, "Oh no-- it is the Sad Clown of Death!" The two men boggle at it cluelessly, as they should. That one's a Fellini spoof, and all these years later I still think it's gold. One single line is all you need! \o/