The second one I saw at the AMC theater inside Metrocenter with my brother and our cousins Tony and Eric. I remember liking Short Round, hating Willie, and being scarred for life by the heart removal and the monkey brains.
The third one I saw at Christown mall with my brother and my mom and my friend Alex Zamora. I remember crying at the end and being sad that there wouldn't be any other Indiana Jones movies.
The other day I wanted to watch the Temple of Doom. But Isabela was still awake and she wanted to watch Dora. I told her no and put on the second movie. It was 9:30pm and Bela stayed awake and watched THE WHOLE DAMN THING, every frame, and at 11:45 pm when it was all over she said "Daddy, NOW can I watch Dora?" I had to put it on for her, the little trooper, and she fell asleep after about ten minutes. Now my little two year old loves Indiana Jones!
I showed it to Emerald and Deinna, too, and they loved it. And now, this afternoon, me and Natasha and the three kids are heading down to catch the 3:45 pm showing of the new Indiana Jones.
And, the best part? My older brother Joe has flown in from Phoenix to see it with me and my kids. That means a LOT to me.
We're supposed to go out drinking tonight. We might, we might not. I've been sober for three weeks straight. I'm nervous, but excited all the same.