Werewolves
So, my sister is up from Brooklyn. We've had two exciting days of fun. Yesterday, we went to the Aquarium in Niagara and then we had lunch in Canada overlooking the Falls. It was very nice.
Friday, after I'd picked her up from the airport and we'd settled in, we decided that we should go to see a movie. And, I had a moment of genius. We looked up the local drive-ins to see what was playing. We packed a little snack bag and we headed out to the theater.
Drive-ins are excellent. You get to sit in the car. You can MST3K a film if its awful and the only people that can hear you are friends. Also, this drive-in shows double features. So, for more or less the cost of one film at the theater near my house, we got to see two movies. We saw Eagle Eye and The Dark Knight. But, that's not what I want to talk about.
I have a well-documented topic-maintenance problem. I work really hard on it. Its just that its really easy to "magpie" me by showing me a shiny quarter and then we're talking about cheeseburgers or Rome or what kind of dye you should use when you dye the Shetland fleece you just bought instead of talking about who's turn it is to do the dishes. It is worse than that, though. I do it to myself. As it turns out, I made mad connections in my head so you say, "Ground hog" and the neural network that activated in my head includes animals and Bill Murray and romaine lettuce and the lettuce reminds me of something you said forty-five minutes earlier so instead of going with the "animal" or "Bill Murray" I go with lettuce.
I have always been thus.
On the way to the Drive-in, we were listening to a mix CD. On the CD was Warren Zevon's Werewolves of London. Beth and I sing along. And, then she says, "You know, this song makes me think of you." Qua? Beth? What? "Ya, well, I saw a werewolf walking down the street with a Chinese menu in his hand....He'll rip your lungs out, I'd like to meet his tailor...His hair was perfect." Apparently, Zevon's lyrics remind her of my inability to follow the normal chain of thought. I'm told this was a compliment. Now, when I hear the song, I have to giggle.
