Movie Out Smakk
So yesterday, the bunny and I decide to go see Walk The Line since it’s a shitty, rainy Sunday afternoon. First thing we have to load up the supplies. She’s smuggling in conversation hearts, heresy kisses and a snickers bar in her pants while my jeans are falling off from the weight of the two full flasks of Captain. So after decoding the damn Ticket/ATM machine to avoid the regular line, we wait in line at the concession stand being manned by the short bus drop offs. After I finally receive my diet coke which is slightly larger than my skull (of course you get free refills on the large but I wasn’t trying to put out any brush fires that day), I proceed immediately to the head to empty my flask in the privacy of the stall. I first have to pour out some of the diet in the toilet to make room for el capitan which makes it sound like I’m pissing by the bucket. After the drink is made, the bunny and I head to seats where we have to sit on the end since I know we will be making at least one more trip to the bathroom. I then slide over flask number two to bunny where she pours about a millimeter at a time in her diet because the screen keeps lighting up her seat like a spotlight. We finally get her drink made but almost lose the whole thing during a scary movie preview when some 300 lb whale in solid black starts to sits down behind her and bunny thinks she’s being attacked. So we make it through the previews, only have one bathroom visit each during the main feature, eat our smuggled candy, drain both the movie cocktails, and end up seeing a pretty good flick. I just wish the TV cameras could have been there for bunny’s first line review upon our exit, “I really liked it. And I’ve also got a great freakin’ buzz.”