Forget Me Nots

The other night, it was cocktail night if you must know....wait, now before I begin, I must say it was the beginning of cocktail night.  Because, well, I'll tell you the story and then I'll tell you why.

When I say the beginning, I mean, drinks had just been poured.  So Brian and I are discussing Kevin Costner for some reason.  Not my favorite actor by any stretch of the imagination.  Hang on, now I know why we were discussing him:  I was telling my mom (when I was up in Vermont) about the movie The Upside of Anger (great flick with Kevin Costner and Joan Allen), but please don't ask me why I was talking to my mom about it; that's just too much remembering.

Anyway, Brian and I were discussing which Kevin Costner films we like and I said, "I like him in that film..." for the life of me I couldn't remember what the name of the film was.  And Brian says, "Yeah, I know, the film where he's dead?  I can't think of it either." 

There we were, finishing each other's thoughts and forgetting the name of the same film.  If that isn't love?  Or two people who've spent a lot of time together...

In case you're racking your brains right now, the film was The Big Chill.

One of my favorite movie lines of all times comes from that film:

Karen:  You'll never get this many people to come to my funeral
Michael:  Oh Karen, I'll come.  And you know... I'll bring a date.

So the reason I insist of saying that it was at the beginning of cocktail night is because at the end of cocktail night we tend to forget things.  Sometimes, the next day I'll say:  Hey, what was that thing we wanted to look up last night?  And Brian says:  We wanted to look something up last night?   And I say:   Didn't we? 

And no, it's not because we were snockered the night before.  It has more to do with the fact that as we get older, alcohol and tiredness affects us such that....well, I don't have to tell you do I?