The Repressed Memories of My Beautiful Wife

So we’re sitting in the parking lot of a water park in southwest Missouri which features a water slide that starts where you’re standing on a trap door or something at then you drop into water thrills of some sort, but my mind is say “Nope” far before that. The attraction is called Kaupau or K’Pau (Heart and Slide) or something like that, and so I say to my beautiful wife, “It reminds me of Kung Pow: Legend of the Fist.” My poor, dear wife pleads cluelessness, as she sometimes does to my allusions or my digressions where I talk about George Burns improving my understanding of Kierkegaard, But, my dear, I made you watch that movie. She doesn’t remember. Then I show her the trailer on my phone.

Throughout which she laughs, and she says she remembers, although not as clearly as I do when we watched it in our house in Casinoport (you, gentle reader, might not remember the order of homes mentioned in this blog, but it’s Casinoport > Old Trees > Nogglestead). It was the sort of dumb comedy that I enjoyed but my sophisticated wife, erm, tolerates, sometimes, back in the day, because I like them.

But she laughs throughout the above trailer because now she has studied martial arts.

Because now she can appreciate the fighting style the cow uses?

Because now she can recognize the techniques the baby uses?

No, because now she can see all the funny bits from the movie which also appear in the trailer.

Which is how I got her to watch the film fifteen years ago.

But I’m going to seize this opportunity to review the entire film with her again.

P.S. Yes, I did get the title wrong in my conversation with my wife. But it’s been over a decade since I saw the film, so there you go.

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