Report on How Self Spent Sunday, 14 October 2007

Self is alive.

Yes, she is alive, and everyone else has returned home.

Self spent most of the day trying not to remember that she has to teach bright and early tomorrow morning. She distracted herself by going to Costco and shopping for the cheapest bag of candy she could find (two weeks early for Halloween! Self hopes she is not obeying subliminal command telling her: Eat chocolates! Eat chocolates!)

Hubby helped somewhat by:

    First, almost crashing self’s Mercutio (which cost $2,000 to repair a few weeks ago, dear blog reader) into small blue Honda ahead of us. Hubby said woman didn’t know how to drive. In response, self chose to maintain saintly silence.
    And, next, finding the goriest, gruesome-st slasher film showing on cable and leaving it there while self was on couch, correcting papers. In between reading atrocious prose about Anne Sexton, self would look at the screen and see open mouths with sharp pointy teeth dripping blood.

So, self decided she simply must get herself over to Century Park 12 on Bayshore to watch Eastern Promises, which she noticed on Friday was showing in the smallest auditorium (# 5). If past experience is any indication, this means the film will be gone by next weekend. But, once again her plans were trumped when ticket guy requested that self fork over $10.

“What? But isn’t this the first show?” self stammered.

“Only shows before 2 PM are discounted,” the young man replied.

“But, did you have any shows before 2 PM?” self wanted to know.

The young man said that he thought so.

“What times were those?” self asked.

Young man checked a sheet of paper and then apologized. 3:50 was indeed the first show.

“And it’s really $10 even if it’s the first show?” self asked.

“Yes,” the young man replied.

And so self took herself off, as after the past three days when she was called upon to dig into her wallet numerous times, she feels that spending $2.50 extra for a movie is the last straw, simply the last straw.

What will she do with the rest of her evening? Hubby is glued to his laptop (“Checking football stats,” he claims) and does not want to go anywhere. Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

2 Comments

  1. lavalady said,

    October 15, 2007 at 1:19 am

    I saw Eastern Promises week before last and I thought of coming here to tell you to see it! You must get to a showing and then come back and review it.

  2. October 15, 2007 at 1:56 am

    OK, I am going back to Century Park 12 tomorrow, for the 3rd time. And if I don’t get to see it (b/c the projector breaks down again, etc etc) I will scream bloody murder!!

    Here’s my personal cinema trifecta: Viggo, Naomi, and Cronenberg.


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