random thoughts – Day 1,942 – (Friday) – tv mimosas

This week’s Netflix binge has been a series called Sullivan’s Crossing. It’s a Canadian romantic drama set mostly in Nova Scotia and partly in Boston. One of the lead characters is the actor who played Luke on Gilmore Girls, and it's a little bit sappy and formulaic with characters who mean well and mess up, and others who are a bit shady. There is overly dramatic background music filled with violins designed to pluck at your heartstrings and guide your reactions and it can get annoying, but that might just be me.

Anyway, those aren’t even the things that annoyed me the most. 

The thing that stuck in my cranium was a detail in a scene in an episode watched earlier this week that seemed wrong. The main character, Maggie, returned to Boston and was at a restaurant with her mother, who had also invited Maggie’s boyfriend (without telling her, as usual). Mimosas had been ordered by the mother, and it was sort of a big deal. 

When the mimosas arrived at the table, they didn’t look like a single one of the many, many, many mimosas I have enjoyed in countless establishments in multiple states, and a couple foreign countries. Now, I’m not claiming to be an absolute expert on mimosas, but as I understand it and confirmed with several recipe sites, they are made with orange juice and either champagne or prosecco, and are orange in color. Simple. Tasty. Refreshing. 

Maggie's mother with a not orange mimosa.

The alleged mimosas in the restaurant scene were not orange, they were red. Were the mimosas sunburnt?  embarrassed? Did this party receive another table’s drink order by mistake? Or maybe they were made with blood oranges? In any event, I was focusing on the drinks and fretting over the color. 

Noticing things like this, and the differing volume of liquid in glasses and bottles from shot to shot, and the placement of hair in front of the shoulder (or ear), behind the shoulder (or ear), and so on, makes it very hard to relax and just watch a show. It feels like a curse. It’s probably good that I’m usually multitasking -- writing, playing a game on my phone, or scrolling through socials while “watching” a show or I might totally lose my mind.