Alexander reminds me that I
still need to “pay up” on a Golden Globes bet I lost when he was last
home. He gets to choose a movie for us
to watch. He selects Fight Club, with the endorsement, “It
got an 8.9 on IMDB.”
So around 9, we start to
watch it. It’s from 1999, got all sorts
of praise, and it starts out promising.
“See, I told you this was great.
You like it, right?” I do. But about half way in, the movie starts to
fall apart. It becomes increasingly
violent and hard to follow. Where are they now? Who’s that?
What did he just say? What are
they doing? How did he get there? All sorts of basic questions that neither of
us can answer. With all our many hits to
the pause button, it’s 12:30 by the time we are done watching. Our collective verdict: We can’t trust IMDB anymore.
I get into bed and say to
Alexander, “Please don’t stay up ‘til three again.” He’s been going to bed so late then sleeping
most of the next day. He responds,
“Mom. You can’t expect me to adjust to
retirement-home style living when I’m here.”
I have no idea when his
light goes out, but’s it’s now after ten the next morning and he’s still sound asleep.
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