Monday, October 19, 2009

Part 2: Hangin' With Stephen King

Steve followed me toward the booth where my husband was seated, head flung back and snoring lightly. I was so proud. I kicked his foot lightly and he jerked awake, wild eyed for a moment before recognizing me.

"What?" He was a little irritable.

"Steve wants us to come to dinner."

"Yeah?" His tone changed abruptly. "Hey, that's great."

Steve leaned over and stuck out his hand. My husband grasped it carefully and shook it once before letting go. I had taught him well. The hands were the tools of the trade.

"I'm so glad your wife accepted. She's very talented."

My husband looked at me with unashamed pride. "Yeah, she's great. Your not bad either, ya know. I loved that movie, Watchers."

Steve shook his head, a puzzled frown creasing his brow. "I didn't write that."

"I know but I bet you wish you did, huh?"

I crushed the tip of his foot under mine in a subtle hint and spoke up quickly.

"Steve, why don't you call Tabitha and let her know we're coming? Don't want to get you into any trouble."

"Ayah. Give me just a minute."

He walked a few paces away and flipped out a cell phone to make the call.

"What the hell? You tryin' to make him mad?" I whispered.

"No. I really liked that movie. Who wrote that one again?"

"Dean Koontz. Not good, not good at all. You better be on your best behavior or I swear when we meet Dan Marino, I'm going to tell him you have Dementia and wear Depends."

"You wouldn't!" He gasped.

"Oh, yes. Yes, I would." I narrowed my eyes and curled my lip.

"Fine."

Steve walked back to us, his face not quite as happy as before. "We all set. You can follow me out to the house...unless your man there would rather spend the evening somewhere else? Maybe the Koontz residence?"

"Now, Steve. No need to be nasty. He was stating an honest opinion and competition is good for all of us." I smiled and tilted my head, pouring on the charm.

"I suppose." He returned the smile and we followed him out the door.

I could hear my husband muttering behind me, "At least the dog in Watchers was cool, could spell and everything. Not like Cujo."

Maybe when we met Marino, it would be me with the serious case of Turrets syndrome. I knew how to get even.

9 comments:

  1. Marsha,

    Very clever! I like the Dan Marino stuff...LOL that cracked me up. I think your husband and mine would get along...both sports fans. He MIGHT know the difference between a Stephen King book and someone else's, but then again, he might not LOL

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  2. Hahahahaha! I love it. I have written something similar... only much creepier. A short story about a crazed fan with King. I need to finish it.

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  3. Hilarious! But my boyfriend would have gotten the reference right...he just would have complimented the movie rather than the book too. "Loved your movie The Shining." He wrote the book, not the movie! What is it with men and not reading?

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  4. I'm glad you all liked it. I am thinking about making it an ongoing saga with installments once a month.

    Also, remember my husband does not like to read so movies are his thing. I'm not really saying he would have gotten the reference wrong...just that he would have said it anyway.lol He actually loves the non-gory Stephen King movies. Shawshank Redemption, The Green Mile, Running Man, to name a few.

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  5. Marsha,

    Take your husband to a chick flick and tell him you'll keep doing it until he gets movies to books right. Hee hee hee...I'm thinking "Steel Magnolias"...

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  6. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha (said in Brady Bunch voice)!

    Too funny. Okay I love Dan Marino. Let me rephrase that ... I LOVE DAN MARINO. I realize that wasn't an actual rephrase as opposed to capitalization for emphasis but please understand he is my favorite QB because he played for the Dolphins and because he was so darn good.

    Moving on. Very funny story. I really enjoy reading whatever you post on your blog. Seriously.

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  7. Thanks Regina! I just love you!lol (and Dan Marino too.)

    Bethany-I cannot trick the man into seeing a chick flick...he always knows. He has some sort of radar.haha
    Plus he always starts fake crying and ruins it for me.

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  8. Hehehe... if you are cool enough to be invited over for dinner by Stephen King, then you are way too cool for me!! But I'm still going to start following your blog (and how come I haven't found it before now?!!) in an effort that some of your esteemed coolness will rub off on me. :)

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