Pizza and champagne and a warm curl of sleeping dog against my legs under the covers... I start to drift. I fall asleep.
When I come to, wondering how much of the movie I've missed, I hear clinking somewhere behind me, and in the reflected light on the bay window ahead, I see Stephen in the kitchen, alternately watching the movie from far away and trying quick to get the dishes done so that when the movie is over, I can go right to bed.
Just so everyone knows, we own a copy of the movie and have seen it several times. Don't want people to think we're dissing this great film and Dana Andrews' really remarkable performance by being terrible sleepy-heads.
ReplyDeleteAnd. We have this thing: G does the breakfast dishes, and I do the dinner ones. (The ones in the middle of the day do themselves, apparently.) But since we've had Nicholas, G always does the dinner dishes while I'm out giving the dawg the final airing of the day. (That's another thing: She always does the first walkies, and I do the last.) So she's really cheating, doing the dinner dishes, doing more than her share. So every once in a while I try to sneak in some evening dishwashing; if she's fallen asleep, what's she gonna do?
So sweet, you two :) I love this story because whenever I see a Gene Kelly movie it makes me think of the story my dad tells about taking dance classes when he was a little boy from a young, pre-stardom Gene Kelly at Kelly's small dance studio in Pittsburgh.
ReplyDeleteCharming peeks into your life-always so fun and sweet.
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