I've got TWO (count 'em!) tickets in my purse...
one to the 11:00 a.m. show tomorrow (opening day here in Israel) and one to the 4:00 p.m. show. (Ah, bliss!)
I've also got a silly grin on my face, flutters in my tummy and a song in my heart (courtesy of Howard Shore, of course).
I would have gone to the first show (at midnight, naturally), but I couldn't leave my little Sam alone...so I'll have to wait another eleven hours - how will I stand the suspense? * grin * I know - I'll conk out and have lovely RotK dreams: that'll make the time go much faster. Sam'll be at school during the first show, and the next-door neighbor's keeping an eye on him during the second. I'll be home in time to tuck him in, and bedtime stories will consist of RotK details - I reckon Shelob ("in 'person'", as it were - theatre-screen size)'d have him screaming (spiders are NOT his thing), but for some reason, he wants a play-by-play of those scenes most of all. 'S'okay - I'll do his screaming for him. ('must admit that they're not really my thing either - but Shelob's a special case, of course.) * wink *
'Met a young IDF soldier at the box office this afternoon - expatriate American, like me (or son thereof), as his fluent English was US-accented - he was grumbling as he bought seven tickets that he'd love to hit the midnight show himself, but his sister has a final exam tomorrow and thus wanted to wait... I commiserated with him - I mean, heck - that girl's priorities are seriously twisted! * grin * But I suppose I shouldn't judge, as I'm forgoing it myself. 'Told him I'd see him tomorrow, and he grinned back.
Serious security at the theatre - like everywhere, here - but it makes it difficult to sneak in your own munchies! Popcorn, especially - it takes up too much room to be inconspicuous. And they're perfectly justified in going through your purse and shopping bags - but then they confiscate your snacks for the course of the show (those that they find, anyway). I think I'll wear my raincoat with the big pockets - a bottle of Coke (not a can) won't beep the metal detectors, and maybe I could take a couple SMALL bags of popcorn, and some chocolate at the bottom of my purse...
And this should be the extent of the trouble in my life: trying to sneak snacks past theatre security. * grin * It is hard to feel that there's any trouble anywhere when your mind is dancing to a countdown that's finally in hours and minutes, instead of months, weeks, or days...
* sighs happily *
I've also got a silly grin on my face, flutters in my tummy and a song in my heart (courtesy of Howard Shore, of course).
I would have gone to the first show (at midnight, naturally), but I couldn't leave my little Sam alone...so I'll have to wait another eleven hours - how will I stand the suspense? * grin * I know - I'll conk out and have lovely RotK dreams: that'll make the time go much faster. Sam'll be at school during the first show, and the next-door neighbor's keeping an eye on him during the second. I'll be home in time to tuck him in, and bedtime stories will consist of RotK details - I reckon Shelob ("in 'person'", as it were - theatre-screen size)'d have him screaming (spiders are NOT his thing), but for some reason, he wants a play-by-play of those scenes most of all. 'S'okay - I'll do his screaming for him. ('must admit that they're not really my thing either - but Shelob's a special case, of course.) * wink *
'Met a young IDF soldier at the box office this afternoon - expatriate American, like me (or son thereof), as his fluent English was US-accented - he was grumbling as he bought seven tickets that he'd love to hit the midnight show himself, but his sister has a final exam tomorrow and thus wanted to wait... I commiserated with him - I mean, heck - that girl's priorities are seriously twisted! * grin * But I suppose I shouldn't judge, as I'm forgoing it myself. 'Told him I'd see him tomorrow, and he grinned back.
Serious security at the theatre - like everywhere, here - but it makes it difficult to sneak in your own munchies! Popcorn, especially - it takes up too much room to be inconspicuous. And they're perfectly justified in going through your purse and shopping bags - but then they confiscate your snacks for the course of the show (those that they find, anyway). I think I'll wear my raincoat with the big pockets - a bottle of Coke (not a can) won't beep the metal detectors, and maybe I could take a couple SMALL bags of popcorn, and some chocolate at the bottom of my purse...
And this should be the extent of the trouble in my life: trying to sneak snacks past theatre security. * grin * It is hard to feel that there's any trouble anywhere when your mind is dancing to a countdown that's finally in hours and minutes, instead of months, weeks, or days...
* sighs happily *