It’s Monday night. That means it’s pizza night. Then again, at $3.18 per pizza, just about every night is pizza night. Although this isn’t good for my waist line, it’s great for my taste buds. Love the stuff.
So here we are watching a movie and munching some pizza after a long day at work. The movie: Armageddon. Great movie if you like to watch Bruce Willis play the same role he plays in every movie. Also a great movie if you like to watch pseudo scientific action comedies.
Normally, this wouldn’t be the kind of flick that would really make it into my top ten. Or top 20, for that matter. But there’s something special about this movie, since it was the first movie my wife and I ever saw together, four days after we first met in the summer of 1998. Because of this, Armageddon has always been special to us, especially the theme song, I Don’t Want To Miss a Thing.
What’s interesting is that every time we see the movie, she gets amorous. Very amorous. Not to say that this is a bad thing, mind you — it’s actually a very good one — but I just find it interesting that every time we watch this movie, somewhere in the beginning, the following conversation (or something close to it) takes place.
“Aww,” my wife says. “Remember when we first saw this? Our first movie.”
“Uhmm… yeah. And you were dating someone else at the time,” I said, in a flat voice.
“But still. It was romantic.”
“No it wasn’t. To me, it was frustrating, since one of us was trying to woo the other. And if I remember correctly, you only stuck around ’cause you thought I was ‘mentally unstable.'”
“Oh. Yeah. That. Well…” she continued, “Hey. I’m just trying to be romantic, you know.”
This is about the time in the movie where comet parts start raining on Manhattan, with buildings toppling and cars exploding.
“Yeah, I guess there’s nothing more romantic than the violent suffering of other people.”
“Hey!” she yelped.
“But you know,” she said, “you did woo me.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Why do you think I stuck around.”
“Uhm… well there’s that –”
“Besides that!” she retorted.
“Actually, I think it was an act of God. And my cooking.”
The conversation goes on from there. Needless to say that by the end, I’ve usually had a good laugh, and my wife feels guilty that I had to chase her for 4 1/2 years before she finally said “yes” to a date. All in all, it makes for a good little conversation. Every. Single. Time.