“Now what are we going to watch since we watched all of Downton Abby?” I asked
Jeff and I had this Friday night tradition where after the kids were in bed and I was de-cootified from a day at work in the hospital, we would sit down and watch TV together. Lately, we had been watching back episodes of Downton Abby. Jeff had downloaded them from the Internet and we would watch them at our leisure.
“How about Game of Thrones?” he replied.
“Oh… yeah,” I said, “I see people on Twitter talking about that show all the time. So that means it’s awesome.”
Jeff rolled his eyes at me, “Yup, Twitter knows all.”
“Hush your mouth! Twitter does know all, we don’t argue or upset the Twitter.” I scolded.
Jeff mumble something I did hear but probably along the lines of, “Yup, I married a crazy woman” and went upstairs to download the first episode of Game of Thrones.
After I had had all I could handle of TLC’s bridal shows which seems to be the only thing on TV on Friday nights and I was about to vomit because oh my gawd, people buying wedding dresses are crazy and I am sorry, $10, 000 for a dress… over my dead body, Jeff bounded downs the stairs, computer at his side.
“Ok, all set,” he said after he fiddled with this cord and that wire and searched for just the right remote of the the 20, ok 5, we have in the basket. Why watching TV has to be so complicated is beyond me. I kind of miss the days of just turning it on and channel surfing until you find something half entertaining to watch. Now there is is cable, DVR, Netflix, DVDs and then all kinds of other things on the Internet that can be set up on the computer but then watched on the TV.
“What is this show about?” I asked.
It is true that I saw tweet after tweet raving about this show but when it came down to it, I had no idea what the actual premise of the show was about.
“I don’t really know,” Jeff said as he sat down beside me, “Think like Lord of the Rings or Dungeons and Dragons… along those lines.”
I nodded because I liked Lord of the Rings, those hobbits always made me smile.
“What in the world is happening here,” I squeaked as we watched the beginning of the show, “Is this going to be scary? Jeff, you know I don’t like scary shows. I am going to have bad dreams. Scary things give me bad dreams. Jeff…”
“Shhh!” he hissed, “Just watch. I am sure it will be fine.”
I grabbed the pillow and hugged it close and readied myself to hide my eyes if needed.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more the ‘scary’ part was over and the show moved on.
Whew! Crisis averted and good dreams would be mine.
For the rest of the show, we sat and watched in silence. I am sure if someone had walked into the room to look at us, they would have seen two people sitting perfectly still, mouths hanging open in a state of confusion and shock.
“Oh my…” I began as the episode came to an end.
Jeff turned to me with a big smile on his face, “Asses, boobs and midgets! This is the BEST SHOW EVER!!!”
I looked over at him. “Well, it certainly is very adult,” I said.
Jeff got up and refilled my wine glass and got himself another beer. I was left to ponder the show and figure out what in the world was going on. Perhaps Jeff was going to have to get the white board out and draw me a picture or maybe they was a ‘Game of Thrones for Dummies’? I was going to need something.
“Wow, there was a lot of doggy style sex in that episode,” Jeff said interrupting my thoughts.
I nodded and then smiled, ”Is there something wrong with that?”
“Not, really,” he said, “It just seems like that would get boring all the time. And there would be no connection between the people.”
“Aw, look at you being Mr. Sensitive… being concerned about connecting and intimacy.” I teased.
“Whatever” Jeff said and quickly changing the subject added, “Want to watch another episode?”
“Yes!” I said with more enthusiasm than the answer needed.
Jeff got up from the couch and walk to the computer to start the second episode.
“You know,” I began thoughtfully, “I bet this show takes place years before all the missionaries came through with their teachings ”
Jeff looked at me blankly.
“You know… missionary style sex,” I clarified my joke, giggling.
“Yeah… I got your joke. It just wasn’t funny,” Jeff scoffed.
“Whatever,” I laughed, “Twitter thinks I am hilarious and we both know Twitter is never wrong.”