i've been saying Fang this whole time
last night we went to go see the prescreening of Balls of Fury, and i will never go see a prescreening of Any movie Ever Again.
first off, mike hates movies, he hates going to them at least, he thinks its a waste of money and doesnt like that he cant go to the bathroom or else he'll miss some of the movie, food is too expensive yadda yadda...
but a guy that he works with gave him these free tickets to go see Balls Of Fury, and for Christopher Walken ALONE i was sold! and because they were free, so was mike.
so we get there an hour early and the lady taking our tickets doesnt direct us to the movie theatre at all, so we're looking around and dont see any marquees, and decide to sit down for a couple games of Pac Man, well, at around 6:30 we're thinking we could probably just go find our seats and chill, so we ask anothe employee which theatre the movie is going to be playing and she takes us around the corner and there is an ENORMOUS line, and she goes (in a smartass tone) "Well, the line starts right here...but it ends (WAYYYYYYY) over there" so we go stand in line and to our right there are 2 crossdressed guys (badly i might say, booty shorts and oversized t-shirts knotted a couple inches above the belly button) who are eyeballing mike like he's juicy T-Bone steak, and to our left are two young jewish guys all nervous that they're parents are going to find out that they're at this movie.
so we stand in line for another hour, that isn't moving and finally they open up the doors and we have to file in one at time. it takes us 20 minutes from that point to get in and find some seats. so we sit down, and the crossdressers followed us and made it a point to move past mike with their asses in his face (ethcuse me..ethcuse me..pardon me..ethcuse me) and the one closest tells mike that its ok with him(her?) if they share the armrest. I, PERSONALLY am finding it hard to control my laughter, i mean this Person has enough stubble and red lipstick smeared on to make any person laugh period, but the fact that they're sweatin mike makes it all worth it. then this super fat super obnoxious gay guy sits in front of us, and its worse than sitting behind a black woman with a chip on her shoulder.
So we're SUPER cramped and between the dudes hitting on mike and me getting hit with a bunch of candy and balls of paper meant for the guy in front of me, we're both getting pretty short tempered.
it takes them another 40 minutes to even start the PREVIEWS, and during the entire movie the Table Tennis Society of San Antonio is challenging people to come up and try their hand at beating their champion (who is a 70 year old man with a sweat band on)
so the bouncing of the ball was more distracting than christopher walkens- elton john glasses.
the movie ITSELF was GREAT, i'd definitly watch it again, but i'm never going to another prescreening.
first off, mike hates movies, he hates going to them at least, he thinks its a waste of money and doesnt like that he cant go to the bathroom or else he'll miss some of the movie, food is too expensive yadda yadda...
but a guy that he works with gave him these free tickets to go see Balls Of Fury, and for Christopher Walken ALONE i was sold! and because they were free, so was mike.
so we get there an hour early and the lady taking our tickets doesnt direct us to the movie theatre at all, so we're looking around and dont see any marquees, and decide to sit down for a couple games of Pac Man, well, at around 6:30 we're thinking we could probably just go find our seats and chill, so we ask anothe employee which theatre the movie is going to be playing and she takes us around the corner and there is an ENORMOUS line, and she goes (in a smartass tone) "Well, the line starts right here...but it ends (WAYYYYYYY) over there" so we go stand in line and to our right there are 2 crossdressed guys (badly i might say, booty shorts and oversized t-shirts knotted a couple inches above the belly button) who are eyeballing mike like he's juicy T-Bone steak, and to our left are two young jewish guys all nervous that they're parents are going to find out that they're at this movie.
so we stand in line for another hour, that isn't moving and finally they open up the doors and we have to file in one at time. it takes us 20 minutes from that point to get in and find some seats. so we sit down, and the crossdressers followed us and made it a point to move past mike with their asses in his face (ethcuse me..ethcuse me..pardon me..ethcuse me) and the one closest tells mike that its ok with him(her?) if they share the armrest. I, PERSONALLY am finding it hard to control my laughter, i mean this Person has enough stubble and red lipstick smeared on to make any person laugh period, but the fact that they're sweatin mike makes it all worth it. then this super fat super obnoxious gay guy sits in front of us, and its worse than sitting behind a black woman with a chip on her shoulder.
So we're SUPER cramped and between the dudes hitting on mike and me getting hit with a bunch of candy and balls of paper meant for the guy in front of me, we're both getting pretty short tempered.
it takes them another 40 minutes to even start the PREVIEWS, and during the entire movie the Table Tennis Society of San Antonio is challenging people to come up and try their hand at beating their champion (who is a 70 year old man with a sweat band on)
so the bouncing of the ball was more distracting than christopher walkens- elton john glasses.
the movie ITSELF was GREAT, i'd definitly watch it again, but i'm never going to another prescreening.