Last night, Mark and I took a cranky-pants toddler who is obsessed with “walk!” and “steps!” to a little birthday dinner. After watching several games of Pac-Man, cruising up and down the table, chewing on some cheese bread and spitting it out, and generally causing chaos, Mark decided to take her home.
That was totally my intention, and I probably would have made good on those goals if my cousin Craig hadn’t started talking politics.
Normally I avoid those conversations – nay, debates – like the proverbial plague. Honestly, I don’t enjoy talking politics with most people, and you know combining family and politics is a dangerous cocktail.
Regardless, I stayed last night and
debated chatted. And . . . left with a headache. And cold pizza.
Hughes died on Thursday, and yesterday our local radio station played a collection of songs from his movies. I only heard a few while I was on the way home from the pizza party that wasn’t, but it was fun to remember songs like “Don’t You Forget About Me” and the song I refer to as, “Bom, Bom, Chick, Chicka Chick Pow.”
Out of all Hughes’ movies, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is my favorite, with Breakfast Club coming in a close second. The Brat Pack gave us the spontaneous and yet cleverly choreographed group dance. And Ferris gave us so many quotable quotes:
- Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?. . . Bueller?. . . Bueller?
- Oh, he’s very popular Ed . . . They think he’s a righteous dude.
- The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands.
- He’ll keep calling me. He’ll keep calling me until I come over. He’ll make me feel guilty. This is uh… This is ridiculous, ok I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go. What – I’LL GO.
- Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.