31 October
Happy Hallowe'en!
I'm not dressing up or doing a single thing, except for maybe raiding the kids' candy bags over the next few days. I did want to use last's years "I'm a psychopath. You can't tell from the outside," but I think I'm just dressing up as myself.
A 32 year old fairy princess.
So the other day, the movie fan at my job sent me this link.
Free movies! So I called Tracing, managing to get through to her by about the eleventh try (she's so totally avoiding me), and we decided to try to see them at least one of these nights. I wanted to see Taxi Driver, When Harry Met Sally and Manhattan.
Then yesterday she gives me some sort of line of shit about her being sick or some such rot (I really wasn't playing all that much attention), so I went by myself. The movies all started around 9p, so I got there around 8.30p, because of course free movies in NY would be lightly attended so no point in getting there earlier.
So I get there and the line is around the block. And by around the block, I don't mean only once, I mean it went from the theatre to the corner, around the corner, aaaallllll the way down the block, and then round the corner again. There might have been another corner it went round, but I decided not to investigate, and instead thought I'd got to the box office to make certain that everything was really sold out, but honestly, the amount of seats inside had to be somewhat finite, so I doubted that I'd get in.
But when I got round the front, there was another, much shorter line going in the other direction, and all of those people were holding the internet printouts, and occasionally, groups of them were let inside, so it occurred to me that perhaps this was the ticket buyers line and the other was for ticket holders.
Can't get nothing by me. You just try.
So I joined the shorter line, got in after about fifteen minutes, got into the box office queue, saw that the one of my three that wasn't sold out was When Harry Met Sally, got my ticket, and went upstairs. Halfway up the escalator, I noticed that he had given me two tickets, because each sheet was good for two, and I thought about going back and giving one back, but I didn't. I felt bad, though, that someone would be kept out because I was taking up two seats.
Then I got into the theatre and it was empty, Okay, well not completely empty, but less than half-full, maybe only a quarter full. Who were all those people outside, hired for show?
The funny thing was that there was the slide show before the movie, you know, dumb trivia questions and so on, but I noticed after awhile that it was only one slide over and over. It took me awhile not because I am thick, you understand, but because I was reading. I just want that to be completely clear.
Anyway, the slide was one of those quiz slides, where it gives you four clues and you are supposed to guess the movie, and the only way you wouldn't would be if you were living in a hole for the past ten years. This one was "Sensitive Youth" and "Frustrated Father" and "Passion for Dancing" and one other, and it was really clearly Billy Elliot. I hoped, though, that no-one in the theatre was having trouble guessing, because the answer slide would never come up. Then behind me I heard:
"Look, the slide is stuck!"
"Yeah. I wish it would get unstuck, I can't figure out the answer!"
"Easy.
Dirty Dancing."
Then the film started. But it wasn't When Harry Met Sally, it was You've Got Mail! Admittedly, not much difference, but still not exactly the movie that we bought tickets for.
There was a bit of a kerfuffle, then someone came in and called over the movie, "We know it's wrong, we'll be fixing it soon, just hold on!" and went away. I figured that by the time they changed movies, everyone would be really involved in this movie and there would be another outcry.
About half an hour in or so, someone else came in and shouted over the film that the print for When Harry Met Sally was damaged, and sorry about that, but if we wanted to leave, then you know, whatever. The subtext being that hey, they were free tickets, suck it up.
I didn't mind, I like both movies just fine.
Today's
horoscope:
Financial negotiations go well. Success is just ahead. You feel good about what you've accomplished.
One year ago today:
You never get over it, not really, because it will always have happened, no matter how long ago it becomes.
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