Happy New Year! I had a great new year’s weekend because my friend Megan and her sister Sara were in town (their husbands were here too but you know I really just care about them).
On a slightly hung over and very tired-cause-I-went-to-bed-at-4-AM New Year’s Day we decided to spend a whopping $1.75 and see the movie Red at the local B-list movie theater. Red is that flick where Bruce Willis (how dumb is Demi to let that one go?) plays a retired CIA agent who is now on a hit list. It also has a great performance by John Malkovich and stars Nancy Botwin as the leading lady…love her. Anyway, aside from that, the movie was exactly good enough to make us not care that we parted with $1.75 and wasted 2 hours of our lives.
A what I thought was a young girl in front of us found the movie to be incredibly hilarious. Throughout the film she was laughing very, very loudly and even stomped her feet at times. I wish Google Blogs had sound bites that I could embed because I just don’t think I can describe the high pitched almost fake sounding laugh; but I am sure you can imagine. Toward the very end of the movie, the laughing and feet stomping got so loud and frequent that Megan, Sara and I found ourselves cracking up as well. As the ending credits are rolling, I am almost tempted to tell the girl that her laugh really made our experience. Almost.
She stands up, a solid 300 pounds, pigtails (on a grown woman NOT a young girl) and in a freaking Twilight T-shirt. The three of us seem to have a silent “a-ha” moment and head for the exit. A friend had texted me so I start to respond (yes, as I am walking out of the theater but the cattle herd is going so slowly it seems very appropriate). The Twi-Hard is right behind me and literally talks very loudly, at me: “don’t you just love the people who can’t seem to wait until they are out of the movie theater before they begin texting and holding up the line?”
I am shocked. Totally shocked. I am immediately transported to high school where one would find it appropriate to engage in such behavior. The women who read this know: this is a tactic a girl uses when she wants to lash out but doesn’t have the guts to say it to someone’s face but does have the comfort of sidekicks who will provide her with an obligatory laugh because they too are in on this form of cowardly bullying. So what do I do? I say (very loudly):
“I do! And don’t you just love when someone laughs incredibly loud throughout the entire movie ruining it for everyone?”
Haha! Twi-hards! Let's also just say that the Twilight T-shirt could have been a Twilight nightie as it was down to her knees...
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