This past Friday night, my three kids had no hockey commitments. No, really. No hockey. I think the last time this happened, the moon was in the seventh house and Jupiter aligned with Mars. Unfortunately and rather ironically, our 5th dimension (husband/father), was taking clients to the Ottawa Senators game against the Montreal Canadiens. So the kids and I were left on our own to steer the stars.
The hockey calendar usually dictates our existence, and without any edict from Lord Zamboni, we were a little lost. It requires considerable planning and negotiation to coordinate a joint-operation of our family’s Social Committee and considering the majority voting members are 15, 14 and 11 years old, I knew convening this group meant little or no thought would be devoted to my entertainment choices. Even without my vote, consensus in our family is as achievable as a Stanley Cup victory for the Leafs (couldn’t resist). After a brief meeting in the Situation Room over chicken parmigiana, we reached a tenuous agreement. In the end, one of us stayed home to eat, sleep and game, and the other two decided on a movie; naturally, not the same movie. That would have truly stretched our truth and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding. How was this impasse resolved? All hail The Devine Cineplex-Odeon, true Sovereign of Cinema, who delivered unto me 2 movies that started AND ENDED, 15 minutes apart. While I do pine for the old red velvet seats of reel-to-reel movie theatres, it is wonderful to have an abundance of choices.
While my oldest joined some friends at Paranormal Activity 3 in an adjoining theatre, my Dear Daughter and I decided upon Puss In Boots, a newly released spin-off of the Shrek series. And just so you know, that’s 1h34 minutes and $14.95+ of popcorn I’ll just never get back. Because it was Friday night around 7 o’clock, I soon started nodding off and found myself fantasizing about having sex with a cat. Yes, it was that good. I mean the movie, not the sex with the cat. I closed my eyes briefly and all I hear is the sound of Antonio Banderas (voice of Puss), purring to me something along the lines of “The winds of fate have blown on my destiny, but I will never forget you. You are the one true love of my life” into my sweet reverie. I am sticking to my mother-daughter bonding experience as the official reason for this outing, so she needn’t ever know that the ONLY reason I agreed to her choice was to hear that voice speak to me. I know. It’s sad. So she and I shared some buttered popcorn and while she found the undeniable cuteness of the movie’s animation totally irresistible, I tried my best to savour every word spoken by the sexy furry feline, rejecting all thoughts that it was very possible that Antonio may, in fact, have been neutered.
So how was your Friday night?
Did I mention it was 3-D? The movie, silly, not Antonio Banderas.