I am so glad this week is over. All I want to do tonight is veg out in front of the TV as I catch up on what’s clogging my DVR, and simply give my overworked brain the night off from thinking way too much.
I know that seems to be the exact opposite of what I’m constantly preaching on this blog, Modern Philosophers. However, it’s sometimes necessary to cut off the flow of Deep Thoughts and give your gray matter a chance to recharge.
Halloween Season is in full swing in Maine, and it’s hard not to think of Horror Movies this time of year. I thought we could bring the Halloween Spirit into the Think Tank tonight by talking about our favorite Scary Movies.
Of course, there’s got to be a twist because any good thriller has a surprise that totally catches us off guard, right?
Join me in the Think Tank. There’s Halloween candy…
This week’s topic: Tell us a story about a Scary Movie experience that we wouldn’t normally associate with a Horror Movie.
Not only is it one of my favorite Horror Flicks, but it also played a very important role in my relationship with J, the college sweetheart, who would grow up to be my ex-wife.
We met because we lived in the same dorm at NYU. J might have been dating one of my best friends, and I might have had a crush on one of her roommates.
The details are all vague at this point.
What I do remember quite well, however, is that we both stayed in the dorm over Thanksgiving break the year we met. I had my high school reunion in the city and I didn’t feel like going to Virginia for the holiday. Just because my family had moved to Richmond didn’t mean I ever had it call it home.
J didn’t have the money to fly home to Evanston for a few days to be with her Mom, or to Los Angeles to be with her Dad. Like a lot of out of state NYU students, she spent her Turkey Day eating in the dining hall.
Somehow, J and I wound up alone in the dorm’s TV room, which was down in the basement. Even though it was one holiday too late, we decided to watch Halloween. In the dark. Sitting really close on the couch. Just a couple of college kids who hadn’t gone home for Thanksgiving.
And, as usually happens while watching a grisly movie about promiscuous high school kids getting sliced up by a masked psychopath, romance blossomed.
J and I kissed for the very first time during the movie.
And so, Modern Philosophers, if you ever see me break into a cold sweat when someone plays the Halloween theme, it’s not because I’m frightened of Michael Myers.
No, no, no…it’s because I’m scared to death that I’m still married to J and she’s going to barge into the room and start fighting with me again at any second!
That’s my unexpected Scary Movie Story. What’s yours?