For the last few years during the cold or unpleasant weather, I walk over to my movie theatre and treat myself to the first matinée. One of my mom’s friends says he saw 56 movies last year and can probably list the day and time with the appropriate title. When I look back to the movies I saw in 2012, they are in a few categories: Read the rest of this entry
Dear Voracious Readers:
Sometimes I wish I could just throw the letters from a Scrabble game on the table and see what words develop to inspire my next post. I got hooked on Scrabble on New Year’s Eve. I have always liked puzzles, so this wasn’t too surprising. I’m not going to lie, it’s much more entertaining with alcohol in one’s system, but I digress.
I am fortunate enough to live a few blocks away from the movies. For the most part, the viewing experience is a wonderful escape. However, I can think of two times that standout as somewhat uncomfortable.
The first one when I saw “War Horse” with my mom. It was a full house. I had volunteered to move over a couple of seats so that a woman and her mom could sit together. I got the seat with the gum. But, mom assured me it was there from an earlier movie we saw so it shouldn’t be sticky. So much for doing a good deed!
Although, it was kind of funny because someone ended up spilling popcorn on her and if I hadn’t moved, that would have been me or my mom…but I digress, once again.
The previews start and to my left, I hear the daughter, probably in her 30s, uttering the most annoying sweet sigh as if one was watching “Bambi” for the first time. My mom and I exchanged amusing glances after the first sigh.
Meanwhile, on the other side of us in the back of the theatre, I could hear a symphony of disgusting noises. Snorting, coughing and other unpleasantries. We really thought this guy was going to be somewhat repulsive. Sometimes when we heard a noise, my mom and I grabbed each other’s arm in comfort as if we were watching a horror show. Read the rest of this entry