X-Files was awesome.
Sorta sad. We went to get our tickets in the afternoon, worried that it might sell out on opening night.
We got there 45 minutes early to ensure we got good seats, again because with the thought that it might sell out.
We walked in to an empty theater. By the time the previews started, I counted 14 people, myself and Mr. Phenom included.
Wow.
If school had been in session still, it probably would have been crowded. Lots of geeks in college towns.
Everyone there was older (30's and 40's) so it was nice to be in the company of people who are old enough to have watched the show on tv.
When I heard the X-Files song (or the familiar notes of "doo doo doo doo DOO doo" rather) it was like putting on an old comfy sweatshirt. The X-Files, for me, will always be associated with a feeling of "family."
So I will end this blog with a poem I wrote in college.
Inside My Church in Dixfield, Maine
On Sundays, I wander
to this house of love, that tastes as good
as hot cocoa
with extra marshmallows.
This sacred place is filled
with silver laughter, with
the sounds of water splashing
as the littlest miracle among us,
the perfect angel we’d all been quickly waiting for,
for nine heavy months,
plays with her toys
in the bathtub.
We watch The X-files.
And this is as close to God
as I will ever
get.
3 comments:
That was a pretty magical time indeed...
Wow. I used to love the x-files. A lot of the kids today though, they've never heard of it. Its like trying to find someone on the street who actually watched the twilight zone. Or Twin Peaks.The one time I referenced it while I was stil teaching the kids looked at me like I'd grown a third eye. Was it all alieny this one, or more chroncically?
I like the poem by the way.
That was nice. And I mean that sincerely.
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