I rushed home from the airport last night in hopes to take my family out to see a movie at the theater. I arrived at 6:30PM, loaded the kids into the car and headed to the 6:50PM showing of Gnomio & Juliet. We rushed into the theater and the previews began, Jac and I were bewildered to see the previews laced with profanity and inappropriate themes, the last preview was for Battle: Los Angeles and it was an epic and violent preview with terrifying music, children in the theater started crying and parents were dumbfounded. Finally the movie began and it was the new Adam Sandler movie, the projector guy loaded up the wrong film. The manager of the movie theater came in, apologized, and offered us free tickets at the movie’s conclusion! This probably makes me a bad parent, but I felt like the emotional trauma caused to my children was a small price to pay for a bunch of free movie tickets.
It is Valentine’s Day! Valentine’s Day is totally for girls, in fact, I’d say it is the female equivalent to Super Bowl Sunday, that’s probably why it comes right after the Super Bowl every year. The Super Bowl is filled with things men love, but women hate: Football, men being gluttenous, commercials with scantily clad women, beer, pyrotechnics, and fighter jet flyovers. Valentine’s Day is filled with things women love, but men seldom enjoy: Cards, communicating feelings, the color pink, flowers, romance, and perhaps an expensive dinner at a fancy restaurant. My wife and I had a great super bowl, so I hope to give her a Valentine’s Day that meets her expectations.
I finished Siddharta, excellent book, I really connected to that book and would recommend. It made me very happy that I got engaged next to the Delaware River. Did you know that my father and I both lost our wedding bands in the Delaware River (not at the same time)? I think my Dad lost his before I was born on a tubing trip and I lost mine while fishing. Siddhartha would not think that was too much of a coincidence, he believes the river is life and the river has a will of its own.
Miami was nice, I do like the way lights look in Miami, the turquiose glow through the humid nights. Philly is a cold and ugly place, but I am always so happy when I land here. I kiss my hand and slap the wall when I leave the airplane.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all, I’m going to give it the effort of the Super Bowl…minus the 50 wings, 2 cases of beer, pizza, and football, what the heck am I gonna do?