[Taylor514ce]

I saw The Matrix at the end of a very long, strange day, in Liberty, MO, a small town just North of Kansas City. I was alone, on a business trip. The hotels were full, so I stayed at a "Bed and Breakfast", which was really an old Catholic church about 70% restored. Creepy, but what an awesome room. My room had two stories. A spiral staircase up to the bathroom area, which also had a 4-person hot tub. One wall had the full stain glass, floor to ceiling. Kind of weird, it had a 70's free love vibe, but in a Catholic church!

During lunch, I walked through the local cemetery, where I found a family group of headstones that had MY family's exact names, from parents to me to my siblings, only from 100+ years before. Freaky? I ate a PB&J sandwich while sitting on a headstone with my own name etched upon it.

Then there was my server/waitress at the Applebees for dinner, a Goth chick named Keturah. When I told her I recognized her name from the Bible (Abraham's wife after Sarah died), she got starry-eyed, swearing a palm reader told her that the man who recognized her name would be an angel who could guide her to the next phase of her life. What conflicted thoughts, emotions, and convolutions of conscience that put me through.

I took her to see The Matrix.

I slept in a Catholic Church with a hot tub, walked through a cemetery, ate lunch on my doppleganger's headstone, and went out with a Goth girl who thought I was an angel - that, my friends, is the recipe for creating the proper frame of mind in which to watch The Matrix.