Dear Friends,
The movie Neighbors with John Belushi and Dan Ackroyd is a favorite of mine. It's been sitting on the DVR for a long time now and I finally started watching it. Directv goes bye bye at midnight. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Anyway, the film is not what I remember it to be. It could also be that I just don't enjoy sitting and watching movies that much anymore. I didn't even enjoy Good Neighbor Sam with Jack Lemmon as much as I usually do and now Neighbors just isn't doing it for me.
"Don't worry about Enid. She's not around. We won't be disturbed. C'mon before it gets cold." - Ramona.
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Mary knew something was wrong when Connie came out with the tool box and a few other supplies.
"What's wrong, Con?"
"The fan struck again."
"What do you mean?"
"There was a note from Jim in the tool box telling me to not get involved."
Mary looked at Connie and her heart broke in two.
"This has gone to far, Con. I'm so sorry."
"You don't need to keep apologizing, Mary. We just need to end this today. We are going to get dressed, go to your house, take down those fans, and destroy them. I'll buy you new ones and we'll get a goddamn priest to bless the motherfuckers."
Connie's voice had shifted into her pissed off teacher voice by the last sentence. All Mary could do was nod her head and get up.
"I'll be ready in five minutes. You take all the time you need," Mary said.
Mary headed to the guest bathroom and let Connie have some privacy as she got dressed. While she was in the bathroom, Mary looked at herself in the mirror and didn't like what she saw. Her mirror image reminded her of stranger and the person looking back at her looked like someone she could not trust.
She realized she was feeling some resentment toward her friend. Why couldn't she have just taken the bull by the horns on Wednesday and taken her trusty softball bat to the fan, she wondered. She could have ended that piece of shit and she and Connie could have been commiserating about a good whiskey hangover right now instead of this... this feeling she had.
Connie knocked softly on the door.
"You ready?"
"Yep. Be right out," Mary replied, but she was not ready. She didn't know if she would ever be ready for what they were about to do. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she said something she never would have thought she would have ever said again:
"Please God. Please watch over us."
(to be continued)
*****
See you tomorrow.
Look at these two...goofballs.
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