In memory of Patrick Swayze, my wife and I started watching Dirty Dancing tonight from the FauxVo. She's seen it a bunch of times and considers it one of her favorite movies. Until today I probably would have told you that I had at least seen it once, but that would have been a total confabulation. I guess I had seen the clips so many times that I filled in the rest.

In the same way that my wife got to see me watching Fight Club, I am getting the same kind of enjoyment on how she reacts to seeing Dirty Dancing again. As much as I am not that big of a fan of dancing flicks it is great to watch a movie through the lens of your spouse. It was even a sharing moment when I filled her in on all the ruckus that happened when Jennifer Grey got the nose job in the late 90s that made all those waves. In retrospect it is pretty laughable considering how many women have fake noses and boobs on TV nowadays.

The movie I will most remember Patrick Swayze for is Point Break. Swayze's role as Bodhi was incandescent at a time in my life when the zen culture of surfing appealed to how I wanted to see the world and live my life. That scene where he is standing at the doorway of the plane and falls away is pretty much burned into my brain and was probably the reason about a year later that I did my first sky dive.

Like all movies and TV shows recently, it will probably take us a couple days to make it through the movie.