It was the first time I returned to the theaters in Georgetown since it reopened under new ownership and old management. But it was so nice to see my old movie peeps again, the people I spent every weekend with for almost four years. And I loved that we got to take Munchkin to her first trip to the movies at the local theater full of people we knew as opposed to the craziness that is the big-anonymity of the theaters in Lexington.
We get our tickets and head into the theater. The reaction Scott wanted to see was there – she walked straight into the front row and stood there staring at the screen (which was playing previews already). I was just happy that I could get “my” spot back. (Come on, you go to the same theater weekly for four years, you develop that “prime” spot, and get severely pissed whenever someone beats you to them.)
We get settled in our spot, her in a chair, covered in her Tangled blanket, with a Twizzler in her hand. We didn’t even make it through the previews when she said, “Don’t want to watch the movie.” Great. The fight begins.
She wants to sit in my lap. No problem, we can handle that. She gets in my lap, and we hand her another Twizzler. She’s calm for a little while. Even though she starts with the “Don’t want to watch the movie,” crap again. We hand her another Twizzler, she’s still for the length of the Twizzler. (You see a pattern developing yet?)
She informs me she wants to sit somewhere else. I agree. She and I move. Then she starts running up and down the row of seats. Scott goes after her, and eventually brings her back.
By this point, I’ve figured out the plot of the movie, and enter Flynn Rider, the hotness that is the male lead. Ahhh. Life is good. (Who cares if he’s animated, he’s still hot, okay? And don't you dare try to tell me you never thought an animated character was hot because I know you're lying. Aladdin and/or Jasmine, anyone?)
She decides she wants to sit elsewhere, so we move again. We sit. She gets another Twizzler (at this point the package is almost gone).
“Don’t want to watch the movie.”
“Here, have another Twizzler.”
“I gotta pee.” Of course she does.
She and I head out, Twizzler still in hand (of course), and I take her to the bathroom. When we’re done, I start to head back to the theater and she runs straight over to the video games. Eh, whatever, I’ll let her play for awhile.
I know the manager of the theater, so she and I talk for a little bit. She offers to turn the video games off, but I was like, “It’s no big deal, if it keeps her entertained for awhile, so be it.” And then the sugar from the Twizzlers kick in and she is running laps around the lobby, cracking everyone up. (If there were any people in the lobby besides me and the employees of the theater, I wouldn’t have let her run wild, but I figured it was okay and she needed to run off the sugar.)
Scott finally realizes that we’re not coming back, so he comes out of the theater, and lets me talk to Dana while he watches her at the video games. She wants to play, and I have a few singles, so I hand her two dollars and let the two of them get quarters and try to get the stuffed dachshund out of the claw machine for me. No luck. But whatever.
She decides she wants to do it again, so I offer her one more dollar (my last single). After that, I’m standing by the counter talking to Dana, when the kid heads over to my purse. Scott tells me, and I’m like, “Let’s see what she does.”
She walks up to my purse.
Pulls out my wallet.
Opens the wallet.
Immediately locates the two bills (a ten and a five) and pulls them out with a huge smile.
Dammit my child is way too smart.
I make her bring me the wallet and try to take the bills away from her, and I get the ten, but manage to rip the five trying to pry it from her grasp. Heaven help me if she ever gets her hands on a credit card.
So, anyway, we’re getting ready to leave. She goes, “I want popcorn.” It was so cute, so I asked Dana if I could have a small popcorn to go. She said yes, and she walks over to a box with the popcorn bags, and Munchkin goes, “The popcorn’s over there lady,” and she pointed at the popper. I was laughing when I told her she had to say sorry for being rude. (She did actually say, “Sorry, Dana,” like I asked her. And “Thank you, Dana,” when we left.)
So yeah, I don’t think you can call our trip to the movies a success, but it was definitely interesting.
Unfortunately, we made it through enough of the movie for Scott and I to be engrossed in the movie, and be sorely disappointed we didn’t get to see the rest. I even told her later, “You best be lucky I love you. I don’t miss the end of movies for just anyone, you know?”
Guess I’ll give you a review of Tangled when we get the DVD.
Trip to the movies = fail
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