Just got home a few hours ago, long hot miserable drive, blah blah blah.
The show was great, a teeny little show, but very worthwhile! I was thrilled with the result. It was right down the street from my parents' house in this little town in MI, so it was great to visit with them. The show was Sat & Sun.
Saturday night I went to their house after the day was done (they were still busy selling T-shirts for the town), and skipped around on their digital cable until I came upon the very beginning of Dogville, which is a Lars Von Trier movie starring Nicole Kidman that I had heard about and thought I might want to see. They weren't coming home until 10 pm, which is when their favorite show McLeod's Daughters was on. I have no idea if I've spelled that right. Anyway, what follows is the conversation that occurred when they came home at 9:35 instead (Dogville started at 8pm, I thought it was over at 10pm).
iibnf had an entry like this at some point...honestly, though, it reminds me of a similar sketch in How to Irritate Anyone with John Cleese.
Me: *watching Dogville intently*
Dad: *comes in* What are you watching? (loudly)
Mom: *runs to the back of the house*
Me: Dogville.
Dad: What?
Me: Dogville.
( Click if you're brave. )
I'm a little loopy and disoriented, and I'm not certain if this entry came out as I imagined it. Anyway, *hugs* to the flist. I'm glad to be home.
The show was great, a teeny little show, but very worthwhile! I was thrilled with the result. It was right down the street from my parents' house in this little town in MI, so it was great to visit with them. The show was Sat & Sun.
Saturday night I went to their house after the day was done (they were still busy selling T-shirts for the town), and skipped around on their digital cable until I came upon the very beginning of Dogville, which is a Lars Von Trier movie starring Nicole Kidman that I had heard about and thought I might want to see. They weren't coming home until 10 pm, which is when their favorite show McLeod's Daughters was on. I have no idea if I've spelled that right. Anyway, what follows is the conversation that occurred when they came home at 9:35 instead (Dogville started at 8pm, I thought it was over at 10pm).
Me: *watching Dogville intently*
Dad: *comes in* What are you watching? (loudly)
Mom: *runs to the back of the house*
Me: Dogville.
Dad: What?
Me: Dogville.
( Click if you're brave. )
I'm a little loopy and disoriented, and I'm not certain if this entry came out as I imagined it. Anyway, *hugs* to the flist. I'm glad to be home.