Last Saturday, Dave and I went out on a date! Mom and Dad had the kids for the whole night, so Dave and I got to go out! I even got dressed up. My feet adorned sandals (to which my right foot is still killing me 3 days later). We started out with dinner which was nice and quiet! We even told the server to go slow. We weren't in any hurry! Life was good!
We played with the idea of going to a movie all night. I looked at the list and nothing spoke to me. Dave, however, wanted to see Inception - the movie about dreams. ~shakes head~ I know what you are saying - that is rumored to be a good movie - so let me back up.
One of my biggest requirements for enjoyment - especially enjoyment that I pay for - is that it requires little thought on my part and doesn't make me sad. You see I am constantly on. My brain is always trying to re-engineer something, schedule something, make a list, improve a process. From work to laundry, it doesn't matter the subject, I am working on it. This isn't because I ncessarily want it to be that way, it is just me. So when I do stop the brain for a bit, I need to literally shut it off. So going to a movie that requires me to think is like asking me to work, because I am not going to stop after the movie. I am going to continually try to figure it out because chances are I am not going to understand it the first time.
Now back to the movie, we went. Dave's thought was no kids and opportunity - carpe diem! So away we went. I had changed into my tennis shoes and jean shorts and decided to make the best of it. Plus, buttered popcorn is always a convincing argument.
So six minutes into the movie, buttered popcorn about one-third done (remember previews...), I text my Mom... I am lost. Never fear, I pressed on, trying to get this movie, trying to logic it out... I ate my popcorn, then switched to Nerds candy, slurped my soda.... But it was just a battle I was losing. So I decided to go to the bathroom, - that would kill time right? Wrong. I was back in 5 minutes, and they were still talking dreams... A dream? A dream within a dream? Who is dreaming? Insanity, I say.
But my glitter came when I acidentally hit the arm rest next to me. Honestly, it was like MAGIC! The arm rest moved up. Are you thinking what I am thinking? BINGO! Nap time!!!!!!!!!! I rested my head on my arms and got comfy across two seats - and fell sound asleep. I fiquired, what the heck? Why not dream myself instead of watching a movie about dreams? I woke up just in time to catch the end. What a perfect night! I didn't bug Dave asking him tons of questions, so I think he was happy too!
So the next day, we went to my parents house. Dave was telling them the story of me and the movies. He said - It is just one of those movies you have to watch more than once. I wholeheartedly disagree.
For the record, my favorite movies have happy endings. They require no thought. They just take me on a 90 minute happy vacation. And I am okay with that.
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