So, last night: our first night sans kids since AUGUST. August, y’all.
And? My first movie in a theatre since the last Bond film. Which was so long ago that I don’t freakin’ remember when I saw it. (So at least two weeks.)
Bryan and I dropped off Tony with his Nona and Poppa for the evening and headed to see Avatar. Bryan was more excited than I was, and decided to dress up for the show.
I told him he had the wrong Avatar, but he was pretty set on it. And they gave us free martinis at diner, which was awesome because Bryan doesn’t drink so SCORE! for drunk me.
Also, he’s kind of posessive of my Snuggie even thought it was MY Christmas present. AND IT’S PINK, BRYAN.
Anyway, so, as I was saying.. long time, no see.. movies. I just don’t get the opportunity often. It’s part of the guilt of being a working mom.. feeling like time not at work should be spent solely with the children who spend 9-10 hours a day with daycare workers who may or may not be meth-heads. (I kid.)(Our daycare workers don’t make enough to buy meth.)
So when we go, we tend to “save up” any guilt-free points. I figure two movies a year should be guilt-free, and this was one of them. We chose a late movie (for us.. 9:30) and even decided to go balls-out and see it in 3D.
AND FUCKERS BROUGHT THEIR KIDS.
I’m not even talking about nine and ten year-olds, cause, honestly? We’re considering taking Jack. It’s just SUCH A FUCKING AWESOME MOVIE, and I think he’s old enough to handle it and did I mention THE AWESOMENESS?
No, I mean people brought their TODDLERS. Their two and three year olds. Who, SURPRISE!, were up WAAAAAY too late and crying and talking and fuuuuuuuck, if you can’t get a babysitter, stay the hell home and let the rest of us cherish the precious hours away from our spawn without having to listen to yours throw a temper tantrum.
In community theatre, we will often turn away young children at the box office if we know a show is geared toward adults. Why is this not carried over to movie theatres? If you have a couple buying tickets to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre at the 9:45 showing and they’re carring an infant? MAYBE TELL THEM TO GO THE HELL HOME. (Seriously, we had a four year old sitting in that one behind us, wailing through all of it because, you know, BLOOD and all.) Sure, you may piss off those patrons, but Lord, you’d keep the majority of them/us happier that way.
Y’all, put me in check if I need to be there, but is there ANY reason in the WORLD you can think of to justify bringing babies to a late-night movie? Any? AT ALL?!