You know how Court was so worried about me going out because he was afraid something would happen where I would sustain an injury to my head/jaw and mess up all the good my surgery has done? Well, I have a story to illustrate just how not paranoid he is.
Nathalie came over today. Yeay! Love her to death. So we talked…yes, I talked gabbed blah blah blah…and then I took some ibuprofin and aspirin and we went off into the big world of San Mateo to go see Catch and Release. A lovely total chick flick staring Jennifer Garner, VERY SEXY Timothy Olyphant, and Kevin Smith…
First disappointment: I had to walk past the popcorn stand and not get anything.
Second disappointment: They still show too much in trailers. Didn’t they get my memo? Geesh.
Third disappointment: The people behind us, though they had a rail to put their feet on, still kicked the back of my chair…a lot.
The movie got going and aside from the occasional jolt I’d get from behind (to which I would turn around and shoot mean looks at dark places where shoes might live – they were sitting higher), I was enjoying myself. I have previously confessed my PMS state of mind (aka weepy mcgillicutty), so I was goin’ with the flow…poor Jennifer’s fiancee died right before the wedding (I have given nothing away since this is what they tell you when you read anything about the movie, and it’s the first line of the film)…what’s a girl to do? Then suddenly…and I do mean suddenly…A FRIKKIN BOOT comes out of the sky and CLOMPS ME ON THE FREAKING HEAD!!!! Are you for real?!? I was leaning on my left elbow, supporting my temple with my hand (because it hurts to put pressure on my chin) and this foot swings down from above and hits not just my hand, but my HEAD! The side of my HEAD. A boot…out of the darkened movie theater sky…onto my HEAD.
Needless to say it 1. freaked me out 2. hurt 3. made me afterwards feel all dirty for having some freak’s BOOT GUNK on my head and my hand. I almost left the movie. When the foot hit me I screamed…I mean, what the–? And I turned around and the foot was pulled up through the bars. I may have heard a “oops sorry” but I’m not sure. It took a lot of restraint to not freak out and stand up and yell at the people behind me. Seriously. We’re talking Cow Town. I was on my way. When the credits rolled I made myself not look behind me because if I had seen their faces I would have hurt them with my glare…and no one deserves that kind of pain.
Yeah. I went to the movies and got kicked in the head.
Good job.
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