If you've read my blog before you're likely aware that I love the Alamo Drafthouse. A great movie theater, they frequently play old school classis (this month its The Gremlins) while still keeping up with new movies and hosting late night viewings of those highly anticipated films, that we've all been waiting for all these years...Tron...
Last night was no different.
The Wife and I went to a screening of Love Actually. Basically an utter sappy ass movie about several couples and how they fall in love, continue to love, or suffer in exquisite anguish due to unrequited love. Did you guys like those big word?
All in all I have to say I actually really like this movie. It's really funny where it should be and heart warming and not super heavy with the general sense of hopelessness you get while watching a romantic movie.
That's right I said hopelessness.
To me, it seems that most romantic movies are fairly unrealistic when it comes to how people get together/stay together. I know, I know...it's a fucking movie, but it still seems silly.
So back the important bit...the Wife. She loves this movie. I mean she fucking loves it. We watch it every Christmas (the movie is set around Christmas time) and usually when she's sick or just feeling down in general. Now in my infinite wisdom (yes infinite dear...) I decided I'd buy some tickets early as the Drafthouse does tend to sell out for events such as this.
Again...last night was no different.
My plan was...get the tickets early (check), run late leaving the house (double check), eat dinner making us even later (triple check), arrive about 30 minutes early to find the movie sold out only to SAVE THE DAY and say "Good thing I got them last week!" followed by sex for the Monk.
Well almost everything went as expected...maybe not as planned, but certainly as expected.
As a consequence of leaving the house early the Wife got nervous about the show selling out and so she made the logical jump of insisting that we go buy our tickets before we ate dinner. Damn it Wife. Damn it all. In the end she was so insistent and I couldn't come up with a decent enough excuse (I'm a terrible liar) to not go along with her plan, that I came clean and gave over the voucher for our pre-purchased tickets.
I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to save the day, but all's well that ends well I suppose.
In other news we've been dabbling in weight loss for the last few weeks. If you'd like to check out our lean mean not so supportive crew head over to Blogging Blobs and be prepared for some mud slinging...or even poop, but that's only a sometimes thing.