We spent the weekend in San Diego with my Auntie Fe and Uncle Ralph, celebrating with friends and family. The little weekender was so much fun, it felt more like a week away.
Over the course of the weekend, a family friend made an interesting connection.
At age fifteen, on one of my visits with my uncle, we all went out for a movie after dinner. We just went to the theater and picked whatever was showing next.
It was Basic Instinct. Apparently, Sharon Stone’s explicit and acrobatic performance had me totally engrossed. I remember thinking, “Wow, Uncle Ralph must think I’m really grown up!”
In truth, he was swinging between dying from uncle embarrassment and from laughter over my reaction. When my uncle and his friends asked me what I thought of the flick, I said, “That was the best movie I’ve ever seen.”
When our family friend discovered what I write, he concluded, “It’s all because of Basic Instinct!”
Nice. You know, he might be right.