Mary's Michigan Adventures (No, Not The Theme Park)
So Chris and I, after a week of constantly phone tagging each other, finally got to see a movie together after what's felt like forever.
We were going to see The Karate Kid at 5:30, but that didn't work out too well so we went to the 7PM showing. Except we kinda got lost on the way to MJR ^____^;;;;;.
We ended up not taking a turn that's supposed to be made on the road that goes from Hartland to Brighton to get to the place nearest MJR. So we instead ended up somewhere on the outskirts of Brighton. We both have no sense of direction and I only recognized bits (he'd never been down to that part anyway). So basically, we ended up driving in circles around Brighton, which was a fun and crazy hour of being lost.
We eventually made it though, with 30 minutes to spare.
When the movie got over though, I died a little inside. Not from the movie. It was from what greeted us when we stepped out of the theatre room.
I did not realize that tonight was the midnight showing of Eclipse. So when we walked out at 9:30, the halls and the theatre was CRAWLING with hordes and legions of Twitards. Everywhere I looked there was another fangirl in another T-shirt. Many were sitting on the floor, lining the walls and littering the hallway. Normally I wouldn't care if I saw hundreds of fangirls surrounding me, but these weren't normal fangirls. These were Twitards. Salavating, mindless, moraless Twitards. I was very, very scared for my life.
And even after we got out of the theatre and into the open air, there were still tons more of them flocking into the theatre.
So yeah, I died inside. A slow, horrendous death.
We were going to see The Karate Kid at 5:30, but that didn't work out too well so we went to the 7PM showing. Except we kinda got lost on the way to MJR ^____^;;;;;.
We ended up not taking a turn that's supposed to be made on the road that goes from Hartland to Brighton to get to the place nearest MJR. So we instead ended up somewhere on the outskirts of Brighton. We both have no sense of direction and I only recognized bits (he'd never been down to that part anyway). So basically, we ended up driving in circles around Brighton, which was a fun and crazy hour of being lost.
We eventually made it though, with 30 minutes to spare.
When the movie got over though, I died a little inside. Not from the movie. It was from what greeted us when we stepped out of the theatre room.
I did not realize that tonight was the midnight showing of Eclipse. So when we walked out at 9:30, the halls and the theatre was CRAWLING with hordes and legions of Twitards. Everywhere I looked there was another fangirl in another T-shirt. Many were sitting on the floor, lining the walls and littering the hallway. Normally I wouldn't care if I saw hundreds of fangirls surrounding me, but these weren't normal fangirls. These were Twitards. Salavating, mindless, moraless Twitards. I was very, very scared for my life.
And even after we got out of the theatre and into the open air, there were still tons more of them flocking into the theatre.
So yeah, I died inside. A slow, horrendous death.