Needing Eggs

My wife and I had one too many glasses of Merlot last night (which for lightweights like us, means two apiece) and one thing led to another until . . . she fell asleep.

I didn't mind it all that much (it certainly wasn't the first time it had happened), and then when I thought about it a little more, it began to bother me that I didn't feel more bothered.

She actually woke up about an hour later, just in time to catch the beginning of Annie Hall. It's one of those movies that I have to watch whenever it's on TV, and since it was first released in the late-seventies, not a year has gone by that I haven't seen it at least once. My wife had previously seen it when she was in her early twenties and didn't remember it at all.

For my money, it really holds up well and we were laughing and crying right up until Woody delivers the immortal last line: "I guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us . . . need the eggs." And as we were lying in bed together, watching the silent credits roll, it felt better than sex.