By Gillie Easdon
I was on the lounge chair. Scotty was on the sofa.
Fritz was on the sofa too. We were at my house. Fritz is allowed on the sofa at
my house, and at Scotty’s, when the roomies are out. Scotty had brought over a
classic flick. Not
Gone with the Wind, Psycho
The Sound of Music
. No, Scotty had rallied. He came equipped with a true
comedy classic; which, in my books, is a movie I can see at the age of nine or
32, and it is still funny. Scotty brandished Mel Brook’s
A bit of wine, a bit of this a bit of that, a blanket for him, a blanket for me and a blanket for Fritz. Centralized munchies that we would both have to reach for, but I couldn’t be bothered to move my armchair. Video recorder pre-set-up by fabulous Irish flatties at that time slinging drinks at Monk’s. Water to my left, wine to my right, red fleece socks on. I was ready, Scotty was ready, Fritz was ready. Play. Volume cranked.
I revered the stark, melodramatic black and white
pre-screening credit roll. It set the scene and I actually read the credits. It
was a good idea. It did not taunt me with trailers of similar flicks, nor did
it tell me to buy Coke. I especially appreciated that it did not present a
Cole’s Notes version of the whole film, thereby annihilating any possibility of
surprise in a very fruitless and irritating attempt to coax me into buying a
soundtrack of the film I had yet to see.
The anticipation was palpable. Scotty, Fritz and I
were transfixed. Yours truly reverted to her nine-year-old goof self and
started giggling before the first syllable was uttered, even before the credits
Then my cell phone rang. It glowed and launched into a
samba. I tilted my head, shrugged my right shoulder and pressed the red button
that shut it up.
Back to Mel.
“I love call display,” I pronounced.
“Yeah, it’s great,” reaffirmed Scotty, my dear friend
“It takes away the surprise, but you want to know. I
don’t recognize that number, I have a movie to enjoy. I am hanging with you and
Fritz. It is wicked. I love having the ability to make the decision to answer
the phone or not. I love technology. I can’t imagine life without it.”