'Twas Saturday night, 7:00ish. Beth had spent the day with The Girls tearassing around Temecula and drinking wine; it was straight to bed for her (and it was bedtime for Lucas), thus I was freed up to watch TV and enoy a shaker full of pomegranate martinis. Not necessarily in that order. Flipping through the channels, finding nothing, then into the Encore block and...oh yeah. The Greatest Movie Ever Made. Two hours of mindless fun, and then Saturday Night Live! With the Piv! MACGRUBER! O sweet mystery of life at last I've fouuuuund youuuuuuuuu!
Anyway, I had the chance to bring up the Greatest Movie Ever Made this evening at dinner. We were discussing My Chemical Romance, and the "Black Parade" song, which I compared (not unfavorably) to every song ever done by Queen. "You know what the Black Parade song needs," I said. "A big gong at the end of it. BWWWWWWONGGGGGG."
"Eh," Beth said. "Bohemian Rhapsody. Such a stupid song."
"Yes!", I cried. "It is. But! You love it. It's so ridiculous, and yet! You have to listen to it." I paused. "If 'Bohemian Rhapsody' were a movie, it would be The Greatest Movie Ever Made...you know the one. I watched it the other night, when you were sleeping. ARMAGEDDON. That movie is so ghastly, so unbelievably silly, and yet I must watch it whenever it's on. You know something? If we ever do the remarriage ceremony thing, we're going to walk down the aisle to our wedding song - "Don't Want To Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith" (here Beth reminds me that no, that wasn't our wedding song, but in my mind it was and ever shall be, as it was A.J. and Gracie's) "and at the end of the aisle, right there on the alter, there will be a big easel holding a big picture of Bruce Willis in his spacesuit, reminding us of his sacrifice."
I ate a lot of sugar today.