I was one of the last remaining human beings on the face of the planet to see Hot Tub Time Machine. Even my kids saw it before me. Yes, I let my kids see it. I’m a badass mom like that. Actually, I had no clue how inappropriate some of the scenes were for early teens and their raging hormones. Whatever.
I saw it last night and really enjoyed it. I thought it was cute and entertaining. Loved the music and have had Jesse’s Girl stuck in my head since last night. Hold on, gotta sing…Jesse is a friend. Yeah I know he’s been a good friend of mine…ahem.
Anyways, you all know of my brief love affair with John Cusack on Twitter. I held that memory close as I watched him on the big screen, larger than life. In fact, I’m sure I saw him looking straight at me a couple of times. What? It could happen. Didn’t anyone see Woody Allens “The Purple Rose Of Cairo”?
So, being the vain and narcissistic blogger who chronicles my every move online, I thought about myself(of course) and what I would do if I got into a hot tub and it took me back to the 1980’s. Would I risk the Butterfly Effect? Would I change everything I am and have today, at this moment, for a redo?
Hell Yeah. I would.
I would take the roads I didn’t travel. I would choose the right path instead of the zigzag, rocky, hilly, tumultuous path that I am constantly tripping and falling on, my whole life. I’d get good grades. Finish college. Perhaps this would have included med school. Different marriage (even though it would mean different children).
If I was able to keep the knowledge I have and relive my youth? OMG. How awesome would that be? Kinda. I would undo so many stupid things. I completely understand that it would mean not having my kids and probably many of my friends. That is what would suck. Especially because I would already know about them. But to change my future means changing my past. And in my little hot tub John Cusack fantasy, I would give it all up to be the me that I had the potential to be.
Reality is, there is no redo. Obviously. There is only a mid-path change. I just have to figure out which fork to take that would be relatively smooth.
Because honestly, I’m so sick of tripping on all those darn rocks.
Melisa with one S (PH) says
I haven’t seen it yet! We were going to see it last night on our date night, but saw “Date Night” (HILARIOUS) instead because Hot Tub wasn’t showing til 10, which takes us WAY past bedtime, even on date night. We suck.
But I want to see it, so one of these days…
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Paul and I had the same discussion. I am not so sure I would change a whole lot. I think only the tramatic parts. We did love the movie.
You rock! I needed the laugh and someone who thinks like me! Happy Singing!!
I haven’t seen it. I’ll wait for Netflix. But then I don’t have the whole love affair with John Cusak. LOL
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Damn rocks. Don’t fret your pretty head….when you trip on a rock, pick the fucker up and chuck it. Into thin air, at a wall, whatever–just fucking throw it and keep on rockin:)
Yes, Im aggressive. Big fuckin deal. It feels good to throw shit sometimes
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Tara R. says
I don’t really regret anything from my youth… you know, everything added to who I am today kinda stuff… but if I knew then, what I know now? I would have done so much differently.
And, Cusack was definitely making eye contact with you!
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oh what I would give to go back. What I would give. I know I’d be giving up a lot but so much needless suffering. Oh well.