I'm an impatient girl so I jumped right in to my first week. I had the day off before I start my new job on monday so I figured why not take advantage and do my first solo single gal activity. this weeks edition had me at the movies.
I'm a movie fan. anyone who knows me knows I love the talkies. I love renting movies. I love watching flicks on t.v. and I especially love going to the movies. yet, I've never had the courage to go it alone. I forced myself out of bed at 12:30 -- it was my day off, no judging y'all! -- and attempted to pull myself together for the 1:20 show (does anyone call it a show anymore?).
I gave myself a little pep talk beforehand and kicked my own ass out of the car. after waiting in line for what felt like four years -- I forgot that 1:20 in the afternoon at the movies looks like the bingo hall at the o.p.c. -- I finally got to say, "one ticket for last vegas, please." I grabbed my large popcorn -- hey! it was low-cal, I got light butter -- and double vodka water -- I kind of felt like a Beverly Hills housewife catching a buzz at 1:30 in the afternoon -- and walked in right as the movie was starting. yes it was dark, so maybe I kind of cheated a bit (unintentionally) on having people actually notice that I was in fact alone. I'm sure they could make out my leather clad silhouette, however.
I hunkered down in my end seat (just in case shit went down with the o.p.c and I had to flee quickly) and immediately felt an overwhelming sense of calm and excitement. I was the only one under the age of 65 and the only one laughing at the old people jokes -- I'm guessing that's only because the jokes hit a little too close to home for the rest of the peanut gallery. twenty minutes in and the movie is set in las vegas. at the aria hotel. the hotel I stayed at when I went on my first and last vacation with my 'ex' boyfriend. by the way, I hate the term 'ex-boyfriend' -- it's so dumb. can we call it something else? maybe ebf?
so there I was, surrounded by geriatrics, with a sense of overwhelming emotion and memories. I could immediately smell the hotel (tangerine and vanilla). I could immediately remember the room. the casino. the meals. it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew it was some sort of sign though. I started this little journey after getting out of a long, serious relationship a handful of months prior. I randomly picked this movie because it fit in with my time schedule and here I was, my first alone activity and the memory of my ebf was in my face. nevertheless, it was a great movie. I laughed, I cried, I ... what's the third thing?
in the end, I felt happy. overwhelmingly happy. so happy that I felt like I could just start sobbing at any moment. I was proud of myself for actually following up on such a scary thing. I was proud of myself for looking back on those memories thrown in my face fondly and not sadly. and I was proud of myself for actually really enjoying every minute. I'll be back for you, movies.
things I learned:
1) I can't watch a michael douglass movie without thinking of him getting hpv from 'cunnilingus.' barf.
2) mary steenburgen has had a few too many pumps of the ol' botox.
3) old people can in fact have b.o. and terrible b.o. at that. I felt like I was in sixth grade gym and immediately wanted to douse the old broad next to me in lovespell.
4) you should not attempt to document your first alone outting in a dark theatre via iPhone. the flash will go off and all geriatrics will stare.
5) double vodka anything makes the world go round.
martini cheers all around!
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