The Husband and I came to the conclusion a while ago that we no longer enjoy going to the movies. It's expensive, the chairs are uncomfortable and frankly, neither one of us likes people very much. Oh, I like *you* just fine, it's the rest of the people of Earth I can't stand. We do most of our movie watching at home. While we have a ginormous TV (his thing, not mine) there are still some big blockbusters that the home theatre just can't do justice. So we wait until several weeks after the premiere and suck it up to go catch movies like The Avengers on the big screen.
Last night we decided it had been out long enough for the crowds to die down and had our neighbour come babysit so we could catch a 7:40 show. Which we arrived at the theatre to discover was actually a 7:20 show. Shit. Next showing? 10:00. Shit. Since we were all dressed up with no place to go, we looked for something else we could see, and could agree upon nothing. Shit. We made a call to the sitter to see if she could stay later than planned, bought tickets to the 10:00 and went for drinks on a patio.
Aside: I realize I'm about to sound like an octogenarian, but since when is the second showing at 10:00 or later? I seem to recall there being a 9:00 showing when I was a teenager. You know, back when the wheel was a hot, new thing and harnessing fire was all the rage. Anyway...
We made it through the 10:00 and the plotless movie was highly entertaining. And now I totally regret that entertainment. After I spent a leisurely FIVE HOURS in bed, my kid is raring to go. She doesn't seem to care that Mommy was out late. There's stories to be read and sunscreen to be applied so we can go to the splash pad. Next time I think we'll skip the 10:00. I'm too old for this shit. To those that celebrate it along with me, Happy Canada Day! If you need me, I'll be the one desperately trying to find a quiet corner for a nap.
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