I finally went to see the movie I starred in (well, that’s how it felt to me) (with hundreds of other extras) here in Atlanta last fall. We went to the dollar theater and “ATL” was showing at 10:20. The movie was pretty good despite the fact the EVERY SCENE I REMEMBER BEING IN WAS CUT. (Okay Jali, calm down and stop shouting at these nice people.)
My daughter, the famous comedienne Brooke sent me a text message since I wouldn’t answer the phone during the showing. “Goodnight ugly”. The child made me laugh out loud and look like an idiot since there was nothing funny going on on the screen at that moment. I didn’t tell her my plans for the evening so one of her agents must have fed her the information so that she could send the message at the optimum moment for mother embarrassment.
Mother embarrassment is payback for the teenager embarrassment I unintentionally inflicted on the child years ago. I didn’t realize that picking her up from a meeting wearing acid-washed no-name jeans was something that would make her the object of laughter. I now understand that yelling, “that’s MY child” while child is trying to lead the cheer at a ball game might have been a little over the top. Showing her friends the dances from my teens wasn’t really a good idea now that I think about it, so I suppose whatever payback she dishes out is probably what I deserve.