Well, it has come and gone. And I didn’t get to go. It’s okay, I had a more important role that day, as husband and father. Friday my wife called me at work to tell me that our 10 month-old little girl was running a high temperature and she was headed to the doctor. It’s bad enough that she was already feeling bad herself. We all watched the Rangers move on to the series wrapped in blankets and doped up on medicines Friday night. Saturday morning arrived and everyone was feeling worse, except for Daddy.
I accepted my role and while the wife slept in drug-induced slumber, the child and I dozed throughout the day in my recliner. She didn’t want to sleep in her bed, so I gave in and held her most of the day. Except for about an hour and a half in the evening when my wife was up and coherent enough to watch the kid, I cooked. Aside from that time, the kid and I were in that chair from 7:30 a.m. until about midnight.
And all during the day, I wondered what I was missing. I had planned everything that I would say to William Shatner and Christopher Lloyd. I wanted to tell Shatner how Star Trek was the bonding that my Dad and I shared. Granted, my Dad and I watched a lot of old TV shows, but Star Trek is the one that we watched regardless of whether we had seen it before or not. Even if we had seen it before, that just seemed to make it better. Then, we could have conversations and make jokes without missing anything.
I wanted to tell Christopher Lloyd how much I loved his character Reverend Jim from Taxi, and how, regardless of who he played, I found something that I truly loved in each one of them. Rev. Jim was like the crazy guy on the corner that you avoided when you walked past, but you found fascinating from a distance. Uncle Fester was really the creepy uncle that all the kids loved but the parents were smiling sideways at but checking the sexual predator lists to see if he was on it. Doc Brown was the grandfather that always had a present when he came around and it wasn’t any ordinary present. It was always something unique and hard to find anywhere else. And of course, Kruge, well, he was the bad guy that you loved to hate!
So, I consoled myself with the Back to the Future reruns and the photos that my friend Christy kept posting on Facebook. Yes, I got a little teary-eyed watching the video below and seeing the wonderful time that I missed. But, I do not regret the fact that I stayed home and took care of my family. That trumps all the cons that I’ll ever visit.
Next time, the kid will be old enough to go as a tribble.