Sunday, March 14, 2010
It's Like Killing a Unicorn, Man
Once upon a time, way back in the darkest days, M and I sat down one night to watch a movie. Defiantly so.
Oh, ok, everyone thinks this is the funniest movie ever. Well, we'll just see, won't we....
I should back up and inform you that even though our personal tastes in movies sometimes differ, M and I are united in the "if there's hype, we'll probably hate it," camp. Rational or not. That's just how it is.
So that is how we prepared ourselves to watch P*neapple Expr*ss. Overwhelmed by grief but all cried out. Sick of talking to each other but too exhausted to even attempt seeing other people. We sat down on the couch, grabbed a blanket, turned down the lights and prepared to scoff and snort and then call all our friends and tell them their new favorite movie sucked.
But despite ourselves, we howled. Snorted, because we couldn't breathe we were laughing so hard. Looked at each other like, is this that funny or are we straight up over the edge delirious?
Even though I was ready to chalk it up to the latter, I would still be forever grateful for the respite, the break from the pain. It was the first time we had laughed since our loss.
As you know, this weekend didn't get off to the greatest start. Friday's post was followed by an up in the middle of the night I'm-not-done-talking-about-this conversation/argument that lasted until dawn. We had made peace by Saturday afternoon, but it was still tentative. And both of our shoulders were still a little tight from working and looking into some new job prospects all day. No only was Saturday rainy, but gusts of wind erased any thought of a run, a walk, or even a wander downtown to see who else was out. So, Saturday night rolled around and we weren't quite sure what to do with ourselves.
Well how about it, P*neapple Expr*ss was on the DVR.
I hesitatingly agreed to push play. I was convinced that it simply wouldn't be as funny as the first time we watched it. But I was tired of fighting, tired of staring at my computer, ready to relax, and forcing myself into close proximity to M. and reminding ourselves we actually do like each other and like spending time together seemed like a good idea.
J*mes Franco, S*th Rogan, D*nny McBride = comic genius. We laughed just as hard. Maybe even harder since we caught things this time we missed as we were wiping the tears from our eyes last time. We spent our Saturday night wrapped in a blanket, reclined on our couch, holding each other, laughing. And it felt good.
And that, my friends, is my Perfect Moment Monday.
Perfect Moment Monday is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between. Go visit Lori from Weebles Wobblog, founder of Perfect Moment Mondays to read where she and others found their moments this week.