The unfortunate truth about being married
The last movie I saw in theatres* before Neil was born was New Moon. We went a few months before leaving him with family for an extended period of time, and when we did venture out for dinner and a movie it was to Panera and Sex and the City 2.
I’m not sure what kind of life I’m leading.
During the First Great Blog War I admitted that I saw Sex and the City on opening night. I’ve also read the entirety of the Twilight series, though only because Elizabeth was getting annoyed I was criticizing it without having read it. I’m okay with admitting this sort of thing because self deprecation is pretty fun, but in my defense I really didn’t want to see Sex and the City 2; it was better than the first but that isn’t saying much, and the opening was horrid.
I had thought that the Transit Drive In closed a year or two back, when the drive in on Harlem shut down for good. That’s not the case, though, and so we’ve talked recently about how we should go on a Friday. It won’t be as fun as when we had our wagon and could lay down in the back, but it’s still a good deal.
She doesn’t work this Saturday and so I looked at the movie lineup: there’s Toy Story 3 (the first being one of my favorite movies, but the second not nearly as much) and Grown Ups (meh), or Knight and Day/The A Team/Get Him To the Greek (the last seems promising), or Eclipse/Killers/Kick Ass.
I’ve heard Kick Ass is good. I’ll be seeing Eclipse in theatres eventually anyway, and while Katherine Heigl and Ashton Kutcher are absolutely perfect for each other, white and yellow American cheese food products, I have no desire to see them together.
This would mean, though, that my ‘in-theatre’ run would be New Moon, Sex and the City 2, Eclipse. No. That will not do. A man has to have some sort of standards and sense of self respect, and so I am forced to draw a line.
* ‘theatre’ over ‘theater’ for the same reason as I use single quotes, cross my Zs and 7s and listen to rock operas: I’m pretentious.
