This afternoon at lunch, I tapped the black, deep-dish pizza pan with my fork and reflected, "I feel as if I'm returning to my childhood--the part in the US, anyway."
Martin took a sip from his tall, cloudy plastic cup of root beer. "These cups haven't changed much since I was a kid," he said. I agreed. Though they've done away with the pitcher of pop on the table, and the colored glass hanging lamps were gone, there were still some reassuring Old-School Pizza Hut details. The scrape of the metal server on the pan, the same stringy cheese and buttery crust, the same solid square-shaped ice cubes. No crushed ice and Coke products for Pizza Hut. It's always been Pepsi. The jar of red pepper flakes with the perforated top that my sister once told me were bacon bits. I spent most of that particular meal with a napkin plastered to my burning tongue.
There were no PacMan games silently running in the front, though, and I think I remember that, though I was never allowed to play, of course--a total waste of money. I'm filling my old-school video game longing by an occasional dabble with our friend's old Atari. It turns out, I stink at PacMan, though I think it's all the fault of the sticky joystick.
And Martin and I have been watching The Cosby Show from the beginning, and unlike most TV shows I thought were funny and now seem embarrassingly awful, The Cosby Show still makes me laugh. It's a pleasure, actually, to watch Bill Cosby now that Martin and I are parents--it's all funny from the other side. And there's always the sweater vests and stretchy pant/baggy shirt combos to marvel at.
All these allusions to my childhood have prompted me to choose a venue for my upcoming birthday party in April: RollerRink. Maybe I'll finally fulfill my fifth grade dream of skating forward in a boy's arms as he skates backward. Unfortunately, the boy won't be Martin--he's like a drunk spider on anything with wheels or blades. Maybe I'll take the backwards role and I can pull him along.
Don't forget, dearies, that the Sunday-Add-A-Caption Game--the highlight of your week!--starts at a few minutes before midnight tonight. . . .
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Harrison and I are doing the same thing! We recently started watching the Cosby's on Netflix and have been reflecting on what it was like watching it as children, and watching it now as parents. Great minds think alike. :)
I actually liked Cosby's last show the best.
Felicia still played his wife, and the late Madelin Kahn, who I thought was one of the funniest women alive was their friend.
Doug E Doug was also on the show, and was very funny.
He was a retired blue collar guy with grown kids, which was more like my humble upbringing.
I try to catch old episodes of "I Spy" that great comic-spy show from the sixties.
Cos co-starred with Bob Culp, who recently passed away.
It was the first network TV show with a black man as one of the leading characters.
I love his old albums about his childhood with his brother Russell.
If I had to pick one favorite comic of all time, it would have to be Cos.
It's a Cosby sensation! I know another couple of parents who also started watching Cosby--Netlix just put it on instant and we all jumped to attention.
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