Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Movie Time Monday

Recently, we puppy-sat my parents' Morkie, Teddy. He's the same age and breed as our Yoshi, so the girls were excited to have two dogs to play with. Teddy, on the other hand, was decidedly less excited to have three little girls chasing him around. At some point on Monday, the craziness of them swarming him got to be a little too much for Teddy and he nipped at Chloe. This resulted in many blood-curdling screams, but nothing more than a small scrape on her hand. Quite reasonably, in my opinion, my thoughts turned to Old Yeller and I called my mom to make sure ol' Teddy was up to date on his shots.

After the crying and the bandaging and the kissing of boo-boo's subsided, I starting fixing their peanut butter and honey sandwiches and I asked the girls if they had ever seen the movie Old Yeller. I knew we had seen some sadistic children's movie, but I wasn't sure if it was this one or The Yearling. They couldn't remember either. "What's it about?" they asked.

"Um, it's about a boy with a dog that gets rabies and so the boy has to shoot it." No point in beating around the bush.

You Can't Go Home Again, People

Back in March, I went to see Hothouse Flowers, one of my favorite bands, play at Wolftrap. I bought the tickets before Christmas and was a smidge disappointed that I only got 4th row seats while my friend Krista was lucky enough to buy front row seats. My husband's musical tastes (and I use that term loosely when it comes to him) run more along the lines of Motley Crue, so I brought my younger sister, Erin.

The anticipation I felt for this show can not be overstated: I had seen them several times in my early 20's (a scant two decades ago) and have always claimed they put on the best, most energetic shows I've ever seen. Unbelievably high energy from the first note to the last. I got my first fake i.d. just so I could go see Hothouse Flowers at the (now defunct) Bayou in D.C. I gave Liam a rose while he was on stage and the man sang me a ballad: If we had used the word "fierce" in 1989, that would describe how I felt at that moment. When I saw them at the Olympia Theater in Dublin the next year, Bono and the Edge were there in the audience. I thought I had been raptured.