holds the Arclight dear

I hate seeing movies with my best friend, and in fact try to avoid it, because she's the type of movie viewer who will ask the person sitting next to her (aka, ME) after every plot-twisty confusing event, "Why did he do that? Does she know him? They don't have a dog, do they?", even though I'm seeing the movie for the first time, too, same as her.

Hey, we must have the same friend! Annoying as all get out.

The last film we saw together, she insisted on going to Union Station (DC) which is noTORious as a conversation vortex. (But it will save time she whined. I warned her, but would she listen? Nooooo.)

She ended up being so pissy about other people doing what she normally did that she actually smacked some poor woman pushing a baby carriage on the ass and yelled at her to shut up and sit down. To this day, I'm amazed the headlines didn't carry the story of our grizzly demise the next day.

We don't talk anymore. At the movies or otherwise.

I won't go to the movies with a co worker/friend after we went to see Batman Begins. He fell asleep and started snoring. Loudly. He got upset everytime I nudged and claimed not to be asleep. Eyes closed. loud snoring. So very asleep. I wanted to crawl away when people 2 rows down turned to shush him.

Years ago, I made some snarky comment about porn theatres to my soon to be husband (long since ex). He retorted that one could not have an educated opinion without experience. I agreed.

Off we went to the (no kidding) Bijou to see the "theatrical" release of a movie called Champagne...wait for why I've never forgotten the name, god help me 26 years later...

Imagine the Bijou like some seedy, B grade noir of a porn theatre. Guys in literal (rather than existential) raincoats...leering at the only present, much less just barely legal, woman. Sticky floor, stickier seats....

Roughly 10 minutes into the main event...no pun--oh who am I kidding--I hear a painfully familiar sound. I looked at my beloved and then whip-glanced around to realize that all the creepies have gotten up simultaneously and moved 3 or 4 seats closer, leering even more loudly.

Yup. My hero. Stone asleep. And that drool had nothing to do with the action on the screen. Right before I ended up with a pearly lake at my feet, the angels saved me by breaking the film and turning up the halogen house lights. The creepies scattered like roaches...a couple of them even yelped as they caught themselves in too-hastily hoisted zippers.

That particular bit of vindication still doesn't seem quite worth the year it took off my life in fright.

::jeepers, hope I didn't kill the thread...::

I won't go to the movies with a co worker/friend after we went to see Batman Begins. He fell asleep and started snoring. Loudly. He got upset everytime I nudged and claimed not to be asleep. Eyes closed. loud snoring. So very asleep.

You work with/know my DH??? Yeah, not only will I not go to movies with him any more, I won't go to live performances (plays or musicals) with him either. Embarassed way too many times.

I fell asleep on my ex during The Cider House Rules. At that point he had reached acceptance about my snoring and apparently the other 2 people in the theater were so far away it didn't bother them.

Also fell asleep halfway through my 6th viewing of Pulp Fiction, though in my defense friends dragged me in after I'd told them I was worn out and had seen the damn thing often enough to quote dialogue verbatim. Much less trouble with the sound being heard over shouts, gunshots, and gimp bringing-out.

I fell asleep during Constantine. I don't have any desire to rent it and see how it turned out so I guess it wasn't that bad an idea. I don't think I snored since the people I went with didn't notice.

person knitting herself into a cocoon over an 11 hour period

WHY? WHY?

I fell asleep the second time I saw The Two Towers-- I was already sleepy, and I knew that if I actually watched the battle and the caves with the big-eyed kids and the little boy with his too-big armor I'd get too overwrought and end up with nightmares, so as everyone was suiting up I slithered to the back of the theater (one of those big ones with couches) and slept until it was all over. I don't feel at all guilty about it, either, except for the drooling.