Monty Python ... and memories...

Monty Python is one of those crazy things  -- seems like you either love it or you don't.

We watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail last night, the Dad, the Girl, the Boy, and I ...  and we have created monsters...   the children have quoted from it incessantly today, I hear...   and we were regaled with YouTube clips this evening, Boy and Girl alternating finding and sharing them.

I posted a clip on my Facebook page today -- and had friends posting quotes as comments on the link!

There's just something amazingly quotable about Monty Python.

My first exposure was watching visiting a friend who moved away after 4th grade  (yes, you know who you are!!!), when we were in junior high or high school and I would go visit her...   staying up late, watching black & white TV in her room (what a luxury!), late at night.   I didn't quite get it then.   I am still not sure I get it.   But it still makes me laugh.    All but the dead parrot sketch.  I just think that goes on too long.  Of course, I have always loved the lumberjack song...  :)

You know, I think that same friend introduced me to Saturday Night Live, and probably pretty much anything late night ...   I stayed up WAY later visiting her than I ever did at home!!!   Not to mention, some of the music that always makes me think of her ...  Aerosmith, Cheap Trick, among others...

And we have lost touch a few times through the years... but somehow, we manage to connect again.  Of course, our most recent re-connect is through Facebook.   Amazing how true it is, now matter what changes, some things stay the same.   I love to see her post Cheap Trick songs on FB!  :)

Yes, and I call her my OLDEST friend.   She is only a month or so older than me....   but we go back to the days when we were 6 or 7 years old...  and she had the COOLEST toys - like the Operation game, and a Chrissy doll, with hair that could grow longer or shorter, and the neatest little porcelain tea set...    I can still picture her gigantic bedroom when we were kids -- with the closet that was big enough to be where her big sister could sit with her crystal ball, dressed as a gypsy, and tell our fortunes for one of her birthday parties!  

I guess I should stop meandering down memory lane now...   maybe I should go write her a letter!