I was so excited to see that the second season of The Wire was out on DVD I rushed down to A&B; Sound, picked up the box, walked with it to the counter almost as though I was going to buy it, then turned and put it back. I was so excited I went all publically indecisive! Normally I’m only privately indecisive. (In public I pride myself on rushing into things half cocked but with tremendous confidence.)
Then I drove at top speed to VanIsle Video, which had this town’s best selection of cool British movies AND awesome HBO shows on DVD and rented the first three discs. I bought some snack food and fondled the jewel cases a bit while I was in the checkout line.
As the opening advertisement for HBO started, the one that isn’t even only about The Wire, I forced James to dance with me. Out of joy, you understand.
When the actual credits came on I did a solo modern dance/jazz performance, with HIGH KICKING, and then demanded absolutely silence for the next seven hours. When Richard Price (one of my all time favourite authors) showed up in a prison literacy scene in which he and some inmates discussed The Great Gatsby, I actually think I cried a little bit. (I also squeezed out tears when Bubbles, D, McNulty, Omar and any actors from season one made their reappearances.)
Today I will be making the pilgrimage to the video store to get the rest of the season. And I will be dancing inside. At least until I get home, at which point I will be dancing on the outside as well.