Caleb:ZOE!!
Me:DOCTORSCOTT!
Caleb:Uh…what? This is Calebstill.
Me:No. Noooooo. Puh-lease tell me you’ve seen thatmovie.
Caleb:Whatmovie?
Me:THE BEST FUCKING MOVIEEVER!
Caleb:Field ofDreams?
Me:Omg. You would. You fuckingwould.
Me:No. Tryagain.
Caleb:TheSandlot?
Me:NODAMMIT.
Me:The Rocky Horror Picture Show.OBVIOUSLY.
Caleb:Thewhat?
Me:You’ve never watched RockyHorror?
Caleb:I havenot.
Me:That’s it. We’re doingit.
Caleb:It? Like sex? Are we havingsex?
Caleb:How did this turn into usbanging?
Me:No! We’re going to see Rocky Horror. It’s a whole experience—toast and rice and water guns and yelling. You’re going to love it. We’ll go thismonth.
Caleb:I don’t know how we went from talking about movies to sex and now toast. Are youdrunk?
Me:We were never talking aboutsex!
Me:And no, I’m not drunk. Iwish.
Me:Bring mewine.
Caleb:No.
Me:You’re somean.
Me:So, are you in for RockyHorror?
Caleb:Sure. I guess. When isthis?
Me:Third Thursday of every month.Midnight.
Caleb:MIDNIGHT? Are you off your damn rocker, woman? No way. That’s way past mybedtime.
Me:IT IS NOT. You don’t come home until one or two in the morning half thetime.