The only set point on our schedule--for the whole summer--was that morning, when StarTrek IV--The Voyage Home was on TV. I've seen about two or three StarTrek movies, but I have no idea which ones and I wouldn't be able to tell you what happened. I honestly prefer Star Wars. I have a problem with the exaggerated similarity between the species in StarTrek; I refuse to believe that all aliens have two legs, two arms, one head, two eyes, two ears, one nose and two sexes. Not only that; how come they all can breathe the same air? Or live in the same temperatures? I think I'll stop there, before the StarTrek-people come and do mean things to me while I'm sleeping. It's a pretty good sign of TV-depravation when you find me more than willing to watch a StarTrek-movie. Still--Lt. Commander Data is my hero.
We never did see the movie though.
Sunni's mother woke us early; telling us, in a tone that was a bit too cheerful for my liking so early in the morning, that it was a wonderful day and that we should get up. After we were done muttering curses in half-sleep we agreed that it was in fact perfectly hot, sunny and summery. It was not StarTrek weather.
Sunni asked me to include some five lines about how she sacrificed herself for me and the good weather, so I guess I should give it a try. Sunni had apparently been looking forward to this movie for weeks, she had seen the three first ones already and she--for some strange reason--loved them. And even though she would have to wait an eternity for another opportunity to see that movie, she gave it all up. For me. For the sunshine. A supreme sacrifice. Oh-well; that's almost five lines, isn't it?
We just had to go swimming in stead.
Introduction