Last night I went into some kind of slump, because I just fell asleep at 5 or so and couldn't wake up. Maybe it was the movie I was watching alone: Urban Cowboy.
But Brigitte really wanted to take advantage of the minestrone and charcuterie so she roused me, bleary-eyed, and we had dinner at ten or so. I'd been snacking all day making the soup so I wasn't so hungry, but she sure thought it was the best soup on the planet! I swear, that's the best result of cooking anything.
But then the fun started: I made her watch The Shining. She'd been putting it off for years because she isn't a horror fan, but I carefully explained that it was a "landmark film" and a "masterwork" by Stanley Kubrick, so we watched it all the way through. I had promised there was to be no gore or blood but unfortunately there was that axe murder at the end that I forgot about.
"Complete WASTE OF TIME!" she wailed. "I HATED IT! Why do you make me watch these things? I could go to Value Village and have more fun!"
But I secretly know that she loved it. She protested, but under duress would admit that "It was a fine film, with magnificent cinematography, a strong cast and a solid plot."
See? Vindicated. Unfortunately for me, next up is "You've Got Mail."
Today we both reluctantly roused ourselves for the apartment sale at her mother's old apartment. We started to drive but then her leg hurt so much that she said "I can't drive."
So guess who, after 22 years not on the road and with no driver's license, terrified of all traffic in Montreal, took the wheel.
In spite of one turn on an unexpected bifurcation I did an absolutely magnificent job, with Brigitte's expert direction, and even managed (AFTER 22 YEARS) to ONE-POINT (that is, in only one try) PARALLEL PARK with only three inches from the sidewalk between two cars.
SO THERE, disbelievers. It was hell of fun, and now I think I want a driver's license. A good Montreal pedestrian is a dead Montreal pedestrian!
Just thought I'd share that with you.