Movie nights

It had been ages since the hubby and I had been to a movie together. I really can't even remember the last time. I'm pretty sure I was pregnant with the babygirl and that's been quite some time now.

So, we were given tickets for the premiere viewing of Talladega Nights. MIL offered to watch babygirl, and we took the opportunity.

The movie .... Hilarious.
The wait to get in ... Ridiculous.
The popcorn (the gallon worth) ... Way to salty.
The guy that wouldn't move down one seat so our entire party could sit together ... Aggravating.

I have to say, too, that I've never been frisked to get into a movie. A metal detector, purse search - the whole nine yards. (Hence the long wait to get in). I understand they don't want your camera, camera phone or video camera in the theatre, but really - the thing didn't even pick up a pocket knife in our friend's pocket. Whatever.

To the aggravating guy - What did one more seat matter in how you saw that movie? Get a life.