Scott had a birthday last week. Now he is 34 years old, just like me. I told him I thought we were officially middle-aged now, but he said that doesn't happen until you turn 45.
I like his way of thinking.
We decided to celebrate by going out to dinner on Friday night. On his actual birthday night (Thursday), I sent him off to the driving range and to see a movie with one of his friends - "Clash of the Titans."
I haven't seen it yet, and I'm not sure I want to. Not because I think it looks dumb or silly, but because I'm a fiercely loyal fan of the dumbness and silliness of the original. Love it - cheesy special effects, mechanical owls, talking statue heads and all. So I don't know if I can accept the remade version. However, I do want to see that one part where Zeus goes "RELEASE the Kraken!!" Because that just looks awesome in the commercial.
So Friday night rolled around, and Scott and I headed off to dinner at this little joint called The Pink Poodle. It's an oooooold-school steakhouse in a tiny town in Iowa. To get there, we drove until the interstate ended. Like literally. The interstate comes to a stop, you turn left, and there's this little restaurant right in the middle of nowhere.
On our way there, I grilled Scott about "Clash of the Titans." Was it as good as the original? Was the plot the same? Was Bubo in it? Was Medusa still scary as sh*t? Was it totally awesome when Zeus said "RELEASE the Kraken!!"? Luckily, we had a 45 minute drive so I got to hear all the details before we finally arrived.
Now by the time we got there, I was hungry. First, because the drive was long. And second, because I'd starved myself all day in preparation. A granola bar for breakfast + a bagel for lunch = room for a 12 oz prime rib plus bread plus salad plus a baked potato for dinner. Amen.
I could not wait to eat. Unfortunately, our waitress was a bit busy when we were first seated, so she didn't come over to our table for awhile. So I food stalked other people's tables, watching their prime ribs and salads and bread loaves being delivered. I could barely focus on anything. My blood sugar was dropping precariously low. I reached for the only food available - a basket of crackers in the center of the table. I struggled with the package of crackers, trying to get it open. I didn't think I could do it.
And then Scott said, in a voice that sounded just like Zeus himself:
"RELEASE the Cracker!!"
So I did it. I released that cracker. And I haven't stopped laughing about it since.
Clash of the Titans will never be the same again.