Is that ironic or sad?

If you're a fan of the Big Red Podcast you may have heard my promise that this week we'd have some movie reviews. We will - just not the review we expected.

Wednesday night we met in Harvard Square for dinner and a movie. The plan was to hit The Brattle after dinner for Super Cops. I'll get to that in a second.

We ate dinner at a large restaurant, I'll leave it unnamed. When we got there around 6:15 it was bustling but not overly busy. The waitress sat us next to a family - mom, dad, infant and a couple of teens. I think it was a teacher/exchange student set up. Whatever.

About 15 minutes into our meal, an interesting smell wafted in my direction. I took a deep breath and the aroma overwhelmed me - poopy pants.

I whipped my head over to the infant, the most likely culprit. She seemed pretty innocent and her parents were holding her. They didn't seem like the type to ignore a stinky diaper. Maybe it was a fluke. The smell went away quickly.

A few minutes later it came wafted through again. Deeps smelled it and made a face. We tried to figure out where it was coming from but had no luck. Eventually we paid the bill and left.

Mysterious mystery? Oh yes!

The night improved when we got out into the fresh air and we headed over to the Brattle. Deeps walked up to the window to find buy tickets and stopped short. The movie we were supposed to see was not showing.

This happens from time-to-time at the Brattle when they order old or obscure prints. We were scheduled to see Super Cops - I was particularly excited about the "Hey It's That Guy" pair up of both Ron Leibman and David Selby. Deeps couldn't remember who David Selby is. Clearly he never watched Falcon Crest.

Deeps talked to the ticket guy and returned with a report.

Deeps: So they are going to show The French Connection.
Me: A fine film.
Deeps: Yeah.
Me: I don't really want to watch it.
Deeps: Yeah, me either.
Me: I was ready for Super Cops.
Deeps: I don't know if it is a good movie. It's just obscure.
Me: Still. So are they going to show it when the print arrives.
Deeps: Apparently someone stole the print.
Me: Really?
Deeps: That's what the guy said.
Me: Wow.
Deeps: I know.
Me: Who do you call? The regular police or the super police.
Deeps: I knew you'd make that joke.
Me: This is serious, some dude is wandering around with giant 35 mm film cannisters - what do you even do with this?
Deeps: Wallpaper?
Me: Make a chandelier.
Deeps: We should go home.
Me: I think the restaurant funk has seriously affected our ability to deal with this situation properly.

Labels: 2007, marriage, weird stuff