15 Oct / Old
I was happily listening to the radio this afternoon when my equanimity was completely disrupted by the announcement on the radio that Pulp Fiction is twenty one years old.
Twenty one years old is something that I used to be. Coincidentally it was something that I used to be when me and my darling first went along to the picture theatre to see Pulp Fiction.
Lets see, that makes me… thirty?
That was our first or second date. We bought icecreams with chocolate coating and popcorn because we could afford to add a few pounds back then, and we purchased tickets to Pulp Fiction because we’d both heard good things about it, and I vaguely thought it was a comedy starring Bruce Willis.
Ahhhh, good memories. I hope that’s one I still get to keep in another twenty one years.
I love you, Pumpkin.
I love you, Honey Bunny