I enjoy wearing tight shirts so it looks like I’m smuggling a keg into the theater. If only…
So I was feeling sort of pregnant today–my back hurt, I couldn’t get comfortable, even in bed–but then I saw the new Star Trek movie, and I no longer care. I just have an odd giddy happy feeling about life. Despite the guy next to me who actually answered his phone during Spock’s emotional make-out elevator scene (for lack of a better name) and the big guy behind Matt who apparently has legs that are so long they require three rows of chairs. I was so irritated by phone guy that I almost turned to him and yelled, “Really? Did you REALLY just do that??” But he was pretty big. And I was hoping he would just stop. Oh, and then his kid came and asked him for money. I was confused, but at least that only took about five minutes of me having to move my pregnant self around to let a large child pass in front of me a few times.
But anyway, for the record, Star Trek is better than Wolverine. If you wanted to know which one to spend money on. Of course, you should probably just see them both. That’s my plan this summer–see every movie possible before I am presented with a very small live person who cries a lot and prevents me from viewing movies at the cinema. I think it’s a good goal. Also, I should probably write a dissertation proposal. But the movie thing just seems much more pressing…
Going to movies is more pressing than most things. And you probably should have started groping tall guy’s legs. I’m guessing you probably did but I’m throwing the suggestion out there anyway.
I think going to whatever movie I wanted whenever I wanted might be the thing I miss the most now that I have kids.
And you know, since you’re pregnant, people sort of excuse–aye, even expect–grouchy behavior. So you could have yelled at the weird big kid beside you. He deserved it. I wish I’d taken the opportunity to yell at the dude beside me when I was at a concert (pregnant) and he was having his own little ad lib session.