"Mo, Sally* asked me to go see a movie with her on Friday."
"What movie?"
"Atlas or Alice Shrugged? Is that right?"
"Oh, Atlas Shrugged. I didn't know that was out yet."
"So it's 'Alice' like a woman's name?"
"No, it's 'Atlas' like a book of maps."
"And 'shrugged'?"
"Like 'I shrug my shoulders, but I already did it, so it's past tense.'"
"Well, that doesn't make any sense."
"Mom, it's an Ayn Rand book, I don't think it's supposed to make sense."
"Well I'll let you know how it is so you can update your blog."
"Thanks, mom."
I love that my mom likes to be blogged about. I also love that I have a cool mom that sees weird independent movies. That's, like, 2 independent movies she's seen in the theater in less than a month (Atlas Shrugged, Jane Eyre). I love how it's only after I've moved 2000 miles away that she goes to movies more often and more obscure than she ever would before. She has fallen in love with British series on BBC America and she's been reading Entertainment Weekly and referring to it in conversation with me (She has a life-long subscription to EW and Rolling Stone that I will never understand. They just started coming in her name to the house 6 years ago and haven't stopped since). My mom is way more with-it than I ever realized or give her credit for.
So, then she saw the movie:
"It was good."
"Yeah?"
"Well, it was better than I thought it would be... I'll put it that way."
"Well Mom, that's good, right?"
"Yeah and there was a blonde in it that I've seen in something before."
"Who?"
"I don't know her name. I think she was a nurse on a show that was cancelled. maybe on NBC?"
"Maybe it was 'Mercy'?"
"I don't know. She was the nurse with the drinking problem. Was that on 'Mercy'?"
"I didn't watch that show because it sucked, but it was probably that."
"Oh, well, yeah. Probably."
A search on imdb.com proves that my mom is right. I'm not sure about the drinking problem, but that 'Mercy' chick was in the movie.
*not her real name.