So, Mrs. Fish and I are reminiscing and the discussion makes it's way around to “the song” from our wedding. You know, the one they make you dance to when all you really want to do is get drunk and then have crazy wedding sex. More light discussion about various tunes, then somehow we get onto the subject of movie musicals and she casually says,“You know, I’ve really always liked Grease 2” “Yeah, Grease isn’t a bad movie”, says I. “No, not Grease t-o-o, Grease 2”, she replies. Me: “Wait, Grease 2? The one with Michelle Pfeiffer and... that guy?” Her: “Yeah, I’ve always loved that movie. I probably know all of the words by heart” Me: [The Look] Her: “Don’t look at me like that; you have lots of weird movies you like.” Me: “Excuse me? What ‘weird’ movies do I like?” Her: “That thing you made me watch, with David Bowie and the Muppets” Me: “Labyrinth?! You’re comparing Labyrinth to Grease 2? Are you serious? I mean, really now, get a grip.” Her: “You just like Labyrinth because you have a thing for Jennifer Connelly.” Me: “I do not have a... okay, yeah I do have a thing... but that doesn’t mean that Labyrinth isn’t a good movie anyway. Jim Henson! Muppets! David Bowie! And anyway, don’t change the subject, Grease 2 sucks and you know it... Her: [THE look] Me: [The Look v2.0] Her: “Go fuck yourself.” WINNER!! But really... twenty years into the marriage before she decides to mention it? I think that something like that is definitely pre-engagement disclosure-worthy. And I'd like to help her, but I'm sure she would probably not be all that receptive to the ol' eyeballs wired open, Grease 2 on the widescreen, electrodes clamped to the nipples cure. Well, it could be worse - at least she does not like Berlin. :m: Peace.