Movie Date

For MacGyver's birthday, we decided to have a 'date'. A date for us could be going off together on a walk, having a meal or dessert, or watching a movie together. Essentially, anything even remotely romantic done without any of the kids can be considered as a date.

Although the concept sounds simple, whenever we mention that we are going on a date, the kids groan and complain as if we were going on a month-long cruise and leaving them behind.

Since MacGyver was nursing a cold, we decided going for a walk after dinner was out of the question. We had a fairly hearty meal so extra dessert was not too promising either. We decided we'd watch a movie.

Now when I say 'watch a movie', I don't mean we would go to a mall and enter a cinema with a big screen. There is no buttered popcorn and soda in the picture. When we say, we are going on a date and we're watching a movie, it would mean a choice of watching a movie on RD's desktop downstairs or on MacGyver's laptop upstairs in our bedroom. Now if we wanted to eat chips while watching the movie, there would be no choice but to watch downstairs. However, if we were to open a bag of chips (assuming we had any) there would be violent objections from the kids because of course they would want to partake of the junkie (GI in particular if the chips were salt and vinegar flavour). So based on the above logic, it is not a wonder that we ended up watching the movie upstairs.

We didn't have too many choices yesterday so we settled for Shawshank Redemption, which apparently MacGyver hadn't seen yet. GI calls this movie an epic movie. (Sometimes GI's appreciation for good movies surprises me. )

Though it WAS a long movie, it was worth watching again.

In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I used to think it would take six-hundred years to tunnel under the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved Geology, I guess it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big god-damned poster. Like I said, in prison a man will do anything to keep his mind occupied. It turns out Andy's favourite hobby was totin' his wall through the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, he decided he had been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guard simply didn't notice, neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a man's shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five-hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want too. Five-Hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.

Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.