Yesterday I took the day off, picked up Xavier at 5:30 and we were off to drive the winding backroads of Chester County to reach The Colonial Theatre. We had dinner at El Burrito and then hit a few breweries before settling in to see John Carpenter's The Fog. I saw the movie for the first time maybe 20 or so years ago. It's not, in my opinion, a masterpiece, but as soon as it was over and back at the DVD menu, I remember instantly hitting play again. It's bright but eerie and chock full of famous faces and solid performances. I've always liked it and loved getting to see it on the big screen.
Xavier wasn't as taken with it as I was and maybe the lack of smooth conversation on the drives and while eating was because he wasn't feeling 100%, but I can't help but feel we aren't the great pals we used to be. I guess I've lost him to the married-with-kids graveyard, along with Marina, Ashlee, Terri, and Kat. Either that or I've become utterly intolerable. I do worry about when Kayla and Bella start their own families with little ones, but for now I try to push that thought away. The rational side of me realises that working eight plus hours then coming home to help straighten the house and get dinner ready and take kids to drum lessons or after school programs drains any desire to do anything on the little down time available, but it still stings when former besties slowly morph into, at best, acquaintances. Thank gawd I have Amy and Bishop. They may be married but it's the not having kids that keeps them in my life. Sorry for the rant on this! Regardless of the disappointments, one shining moment was before Xave and I left, Mary came home (sporting a new 'do with bangs) and asked what we were seeing. I said The Fog, the original. Xave said about he saw the remake and that it was pretty good, with some people from Walking Dead in it. "Oh wait. I think that was The Mist." Mary did her classic giggle laugh and said, "Different precipitation." So cute.
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