I do miss tucking in the kids on Sunday night at a mean pace so I could race downstairs to hear the jazzy beat of "Woke up This Morning" as the credits roll over the beautiful shots of the Jersey landscape. It was one of those things my husband and I always did together. Watching people get whacked, blood and guts, the adultery, Goomaras, the crime, and the profanity, aaah, the romance... I'm a simple girl, that way!
I miss the scenes at the Bada Bing, something good always happened there! I could have done without the stripper's shimmying boobs in the background, but I wouldn't take that highlight away from my husband. I miss the way Adrianne whined but Christofa! I miss Dr. Melfi trying to hide her undying passion for Tony behind her bullshit psycho babble. I miss Paulie's wings. I miss Sill and his unexpected witty wisdom and bad toupee. I miss crazy Uncle Junior and how he treated Bobby like a red- headed step-child!
Oddly enough, though, I mostly miss the time that my husband and I shared. The talks that we had after that hour ended sometimes lasted longer than the show, itself. I always felt he analyzed it too much and he thought my "face value" view was too simplistic. We would predict the next episode from the 90 second teaser that we were left with. It was completely not deep, unmeaning conversation, but it was conversation. After 13 years of marriage, at least for us, fresh conversation, not having anything to do with the kids, the house, or work is refreshing and hard to come by. So thank you, David Chase, for the reprieve in my somewhat mundane marital conversations for the short 7 years it lasted. Please know that your words and characters are missed.
Our conversations have been lagging for the last year so now I must get my husband to become interested in Dexter or Weeds in an effort to save my marriage.