Sudsy Buns...
Wednesday, November 8, 2006 at 1:53PM I started to write something marginally funny about how (in an attempt to cut into a crusty dinner roll) I sent it flying into a the sink - which was full of hot, sudsy dishwater, but then I got completely distracted by the image of Sawyer and Kate going at it on Lost. So, you're getting a quick and dirty recap of our outing Friday night to see Babel. (Exciting for you, I know.)
Waiting in line for our popcorn and drinks...
Me: I'm so excited. I hear this is supposed to be great. Like Crash.
Jeff: Really? Good deal. By the way, I hope that popcorn and diet coke tastes like liquid gold, because I had to take out a loan just to pay for it and our tickets.
Me: What happened to our rent money?
Jeff: I got a box of Dots.
Me: Good call.
Walking into darkened theater...
Me: (whispering) Where do you want to sit?
Jeff: What about these seats?
Me: That's handicap.., um disabled, ohh...I mean physically challenged seating. I can't keep up with the non-offensive terminology. But it's got a wheelchair on it - we can't sit there...
Jeff: Well, then you pick a spot.
Me: (pointing) What about there?
Jeff: Okay. I'm going to run to the bathroom before the movie starts.
Me: Hurry!
Trailers start...
Stranger Behind Me: (waves arms frantically at Short Little Gray-Haired Lady who just walked into theater).
SLGHL: (stares dumbly at screen)
SBM: (loudly whispers) Ethel! (again waves arms)
Ethel: (formerly known as SLGHL): (looks back the way she came)
SBM: ETHEL! (waving arms frantically and leaning out over my head)
Ethel: (looking straight at me) What?
SBM: (giving in, finally scuttles to the end of the row and grabs Ethel).
Jeff walks in...
Jeff: Did I miss anything?
Me: No, not really.
Movie has started...15 minutes in...
Me: (glancing over to see Jeff sound asleep) Some date...
Jeff: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Ethel: Hrmph!
10 minutes later...
Ethel to SBM: (immediately upon witnessing a close up of the deaf-mute Chinese girl flashing her coochie) THIS IS STUPID!
40 minutes later, during loud club scene
Jeff: (waking up and whispering to me) I'm not following this.
Me: (shooting Jeff a dirty look)
Ethel: Harumph. (not whispering to SBM) I bet she's going to die.
Jeff: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
20 minutes later
Jeff: (again waking up long enough to lean over and whisper in my ear) I am not impressed.
Jeff: (nods off again) zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Me: (to self) You wouldn't think that if you had seen that coochie shot.
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