Movie Madness

Tonight my husband and I sat down to relax and watch a movie. I picked out 3 movies from our collection (Ocean's 11, Bridget Jones 2, and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants). Now I admit that two of these movies are what most people classify as chick-flicks, but my husband is usually okay with watching these as long as there is some humor involved. I figure that he is somewhat "metro" and doesn't mind doing girly things with me every once-in-awhile, so asking him to watch a chick-flick really isn't too far out of his comfort zone.

Tonight he chose to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, a movie about 4 girls and their adventures apart during one summer. This movie is not humorous, extra girly, and in my opinion, pretty far out of his comfort zone. Now I know what you are thinking: Why in the world would my husband choose this movie? I was baffled too, but you don't question these gifts. I had been wanting to watch this movie for the past week, so it worked out beautifully for me.

That is until we actually started watching the movie. He decided to tinker around with one of his many electronic gadgets (he is a multi-tasker, so he tells me) through the beginning of the movie, which was fine because I knew that this movie wouldn't be his type of thing. He finished whatever he was working on about a third of the way through and actually decided to give the movie his undivided attention.

Then it happened: the laughter in the worst possible moments. I am locked into the movie, crying along with Tibby as she visits her dying friend in the hospital and suddenly I hear a burst of laughter in my ear. I look over and my husband is having a jolly good time laughing at an intense, emotional part of the movie. I roll my eyes and continue watching and sure enough a few minutes later when the girls go over to comfort Bridget as she tells this emotional story about her dead mother I hear more laughing. My husband has a strange sense of humor. Or maybe that is just how he deals with the touchy-feely moments of life. Or both. At any rate, I am thrilled to have a husband who will sit down willingly and watch a chick-flick with me, but I will definetly think twice before doing it again anytime soon. . . unless it actually has some humorous scenes in it.