I'm Used to Staying Out Until 3 AM to Do Something Stupid
So yesterday was one of thoooose days. Despite everything not really going so wrong, everything tried its very very best to go wrong anyway. Life is effing stubborn sometimes. After convincing our parents not to go see Watchmen with us because they certainly wouldn't and won't appreciate it and its content, we got tickets for the midnight showing. Well, that is, my sister S did. Because I left my ID in the car and therefore looked entirely too much like a twelve-year-old to buy them myself. ;)
Anyway, so we went early to pick up B from work and then went to Gypsy's to eat/drink/hang out until the movie started. They all order food/soft drinks, while I stick with water because I'm off caffeine and am verah sick of Sierra Mist. Oh, and I'm on the phone too, with Mr. Cyanide. ;) And the waitress looks at me to order and I'm like, "I'm okay." And then she looks at me again and says, "You have to order something. Even if it's just a drink." Dead serious. I'm like... "Ummm... okay... fries?"
Bullshit! I know I've gone there before and just got water. And it's not like they're really busy or anything, and it was all on the same freakin tab anyway! Ugh. I should have and possibly would have argued it if I hadn't been on the phone. I mean, seriously? If it were up to me I'd never go back just because of that stupid supposed policy. Really messed up.
Anyway! Back to the good parts, right? So we get to the theatre and even though we're early, all the seats are either taken or reserved (like, is that really allowed anyway?). Well, all the decent seats, anyway. So we end up sitting jutted off to the side so close to the screen it felt like you could reach out and touch it. Okay, not really that close, but it was definitely the closest I'd ever had to sit. Although that actually wasn't that bad once you got used to it. And then...... guess what! I'm on the end of our little group, and about four idiots sit down right next to me. Okay, first it was some guy that smelled like a distillery. And I'm like, whatever, I can deal with that, right? Even if he is cussing enough to get himself an R rating after the first sentence that comes out of his mouth. But then nooooo, one of the three entirely retarded girls he was with had to trade seats with him because they couldn't stop whining about how bad the view was. And then she proceeds to say, "Oh my god!" "Shit!" "Oh no!" after ever slightly violent act in the movie. Which was no small amount, as I'm SURE you know. (Nah, that wasn't a spoiler, right? It's in the rating.) As well as comment and laugh at all the wrong parts too, of course, as that is a staple in all obnoxious movie-goers.
Okay, now my question is, why the hell would someone like that come to the midnight showing!?!?! Why are they allowed to even live, for that matter? You know? They make cheerleader squads for their type. Oh, and why the hell do they have to sit next to me?! I swear, they were the ONLY people being that loud in the entire theatre. And this is no puny $1.50 theatre, either.
Done ranting. I promise. Humph. One of these days I'm gonna get my hands on a death note.
As for the actual movie................ it was total awesomeness. I'm not going to comment much on it, because the only person that reads this blog hasn't seen it yet and I'd murder myself before spoiling it for him. ;)
Oh and I really am in an okay mood now. I just needed to get that off my chest. :D
P.S. We didn't get home until about four.
Anyway, so we went early to pick up B from work and then went to Gypsy's to eat/drink/hang out until the movie started. They all order food/soft drinks, while I stick with water because I'm off caffeine and am verah sick of Sierra Mist. Oh, and I'm on the phone too, with Mr. Cyanide. ;) And the waitress looks at me to order and I'm like, "I'm okay." And then she looks at me again and says, "You have to order something. Even if it's just a drink." Dead serious. I'm like... "Ummm... okay... fries?"
Bullshit! I know I've gone there before and just got water. And it's not like they're really busy or anything, and it was all on the same freakin tab anyway! Ugh. I should have and possibly would have argued it if I hadn't been on the phone. I mean, seriously? If it were up to me I'd never go back just because of that stupid supposed policy. Really messed up.
Anyway! Back to the good parts, right? So we get to the theatre and even though we're early, all the seats are either taken or reserved (like, is that really allowed anyway?). Well, all the decent seats, anyway. So we end up sitting jutted off to the side so close to the screen it felt like you could reach out and touch it. Okay, not really that close, but it was definitely the closest I'd ever had to sit. Although that actually wasn't that bad once you got used to it. And then...... guess what! I'm on the end of our little group, and about four idiots sit down right next to me. Okay, first it was some guy that smelled like a distillery. And I'm like, whatever, I can deal with that, right? Even if he is cussing enough to get himself an R rating after the first sentence that comes out of his mouth. But then nooooo, one of the three entirely retarded girls he was with had to trade seats with him because they couldn't stop whining about how bad the view was. And then she proceeds to say, "Oh my god!" "Shit!" "Oh no!" after ever slightly violent act in the movie. Which was no small amount, as I'm SURE you know. (Nah, that wasn't a spoiler, right? It's in the rating.) As well as comment and laugh at all the wrong parts too, of course, as that is a staple in all obnoxious movie-goers.
Okay, now my question is, why the hell would someone like that come to the midnight showing!?!?! Why are they allowed to even live, for that matter? You know? They make cheerleader squads for their type. Oh, and why the hell do they have to sit next to me?! I swear, they were the ONLY people being that loud in the entire theatre. And this is no puny $1.50 theatre, either.
Done ranting. I promise. Humph. One of these days I'm gonna get my hands on a death note.
As for the actual movie................ it was total awesomeness. I'm not going to comment much on it, because the only person that reads this blog hasn't seen it yet and I'd murder myself before spoiling it for him. ;)
Oh and I really am in an okay mood now. I just needed to get that off my chest. :D
P.S. We didn't get home until about four.