I know it’s Alec’s day, but since he features heavily in this story, he’s letting me have this day to post :)
So I mentioned on Google+ that my dad was really upset to learn Leonard Nimoy had died. I predicted he’d want to watch some of the Star Trek shows or movies in memorial — since that’s what Dad remembers Nimoy for best — and I was right.
Sunday is the day we usually get together for dinner, Jazz and me, my dad, Grams and Edgar. This time, Carter and Alec came too, since they’re sort of Trekkie fans.
Now one of the most moving scenes in the movies — and I’ve seen them all — is in The Wrath of Khan when Spock sacrifices himself for the rest of the crew by entering a chamber that will kill him with radiation. I cry every single time I see it.
“I have, and shall always be, your friend.”
But there’s also a scene where poor Chekov gets a wiggly scorpion-looking thing inserted into his head. There’s a lot of screaming. Mostly from me. I think I saw it first when I was too young or something because OMG has the horror stuck with me.
So I both love and loathe that movie.
This time, I’ve decided to just leave the room until that bit’s over, distract myself, hands over my ears, la-la I can’t hear you! Then, suddenly, pounce and squeeze, there’s this stealthy Marine attempting to hug me until my head pops off. WTH?! But, OK, Alec hugs. Yay. A twist to realign my spine once he lets me go and I’m fine. And, hey, I missed that awful part in the movie, so everything’s great.
Later on, I get up for more tissues — it’s an ugly cry kinda thing — and wham! Another death hug. This time, I’m lifted off my feet and spun around. I imagine it might be like what crocodiles do to their prey, but without water. A bigger squeeze, and then he’s gone again.
I’m starting to get twitchy. Maybe I shouldn’t leave the room alone? And he doesn’t say a word, even though I ask what’s going on (once I get my breath back). So now I’m keeping an eye on him, tracking his movements, and losing track of what’s happening in the third movie — which I like for the young Spock needing him some sex so he doesn’t die.
Once that movie’s over and before we put on the fourth — the one with the whales which is so cute — we all move into the kitchen or thereabouts and claim our snacks and drinks. The room’s crowded and yet…pounce and squeeze! Swear to God, something popped in my spine and my left leg went numb for a second there.
Then Jazz is all, “Dude, why are you molesting my husband?”
Alec smirks and says, “Kris G asked me to.”
Excuse me? Yes, folks, you read that right: our own unassuming Kris G asked Alec to hug the stuffing out of me. And he did it. Takes orders well, doesn’t he? Bastard. He made me forget to blog, too.
Of course, then the guys are all about “that’s not molesting, this is molesting” and I’m running around the house trying not to smothered to death.
Or at least pretending I don’t want the attention of a bunch of burly guys trying to hug me ;)
Group hug? Yes, please.