Ben and I have joked several times about our atypical dating relationship. We’ve been dating for a little over 9 months and have never done the dinner-and-a-movie date. We’ve had dinner, and we’ve watched movies, but we never did the going out to the movies thing.
Finally, we decided to break down and go out to a movie. We drove to Waynesboro, a smaller town than the small-ish one we live in, because they have the nearest movie theater that doesn’t make you feel like you need to immediately launder your clothing upon exiting. Stadium seating and a decent sound system are also pluses.
We stopped by Chick-fil-a for the “dinner” portion, and headed to the 7pm showing of Avengers.
Ben bought tickets beforehand because he likes to be prepared. We walked up, they printed tickets, and pointed us to theater 4. The girl ripping tickets also pointed us to theater 4. Onward.
We sat down, whipped out our illicit sour jelly beans and waited. At 7.15-7.20, the previews started. We were slightly confused — the tickets said 7 — but whatever. It’s a privately owned theater, so they do things…differently?
A few trailers (The Dark Knight Rises! James Bond!), and then maybe a long windup for a comedy? A girl in sketchy black leather visited a maximum security prison bearing a cake. They let her in, and she stalked down the hallway through a ridiculous number of doors. Ben and I looked at each other. This was a long windup….We began to wonder, Are we in the wrong theater?
The scene continued, and Ben went to check on the status. If this was a long preview for a comedy, it wasn’t that funny. Just as he was walking back to tell me what was up, the title appeared in front of Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones: Men In Black III. Yes, friends, we were sitting in the wrong place!
Neither of us was keen to watch MIB III instead of Avengers, so we walked out and talked to the 18-year-old manager who was shaking like a delicate leaf (we were nice, but he was still afraid of upsetting customers). He explained they’d moved the showing to theater 5 at the last minute and forgot to tell us when the tickets were printed. He apologized profusely, gave us tickets to the 9.55 showing and included a gift card.
We went out to the parking lot and discussed the situation. And that’s why we never have a normal dinner-and-movie date. We needed to spice it up by sitting in the wrong place. So…what to do for the next 2 hours?
In the end, we wandered around Waynesboro’s park system until it got dark, and then we hit up a Starbucks for late-evening movie-watching fuel. We’re getting old, people, and require caffeine to stay awake through a 2-hour movie that starts at 10pm (at least, I do, I can’t speak for Ben), especially if we have to drive back afterwards.
Finally, we made it back, went to theater 5 after checking to be sure we were in the right place, and settled down to more sour jelly beans and a superhero movie. It was actually pretty fun. And I liked the movie (if Joss Whedon is involved, I will see it. And probably like it. A lot.). Ok, I see the appeal of the dinner-and-a-movie thing.