Last night, Leslie and I went to dinner and to see “This Is It.” Because we like to keep things classy, we decided to sneak some libations into the theatre. Sorry, mom and dad. But it was cold, and I really wanted a little treat. We stopped at Starbucks, and I ordered a hot chocolate with room. The barista looked confused and asked me how much room. I showed her with my fingers. She then inquired why on earth I’d need such a thing, and I tried to evade her question, but she kept asking how and why and WHAT I WAS GOING TO ADD until I finally hissed, “PEPPERMINT SCHNAPPS!”
The movie itself was amazing. Michael Jackson was immensely talented, despite his weirdness. It actually made me really sad to think of how his genius was overshadowed by his craziness. And no, I am not letting him off the hook for crimes he may or may not have committed, but he really was this amazing musical gift. As a musical person, I really appreciated seeing that side of him. It made me sad that he’s gone, and that the last years of his life were so tumultuous. Still, the concert would have been awesome, and the movie was great.
Do you know what isn’t great? Annoying movie-goers. We were seated behind a woman who had two seats next to her that were very clearly saved. A woman and her husband strolled in, mid-previews and asked if they could sit there. When the woman explained that she’d saved them, the other woman goes, “There’s nobody in ’em!”
Um. That’s the point of SAVING, Captain Obvious.
Anyways, next to us, there was an older-ish couple. They came in after the movie had started, and the guy just plunged right in, without letting me move my ginormous bag. He’s sooooo lucky that he didn’t break my iPhone. He and his wife whipped out giant boxes of candy and plastic bags of god-knows-what and began chowing down. I freaking hate loud chewing, and these two?! LOUDEST CHEWERS EVER. But this wasn’t the worst. The worst was the FOOT TAPPING. “This Is It” is essentially a movie of what would have been Michael Jackson’s final concerts, so there was a lot of music. And these two? TAPPED ALONG TO EVERY SONG. Loudly, distractingly so. I don’t know if my precious peppermint treat kept me from noticing at first, but by the end of the movie, I WAS PLUGGING ONE EAR trying to drown it out.
This is why I shouldn’t go out in public. I get annoyed wayyyy too easily.