#TBT: Here’s how it went down…

Yesterday was fun, fun, fun.

We’ll talk about that on Friday.

Okay. Yesterday morning was not so fun, fun, fun.

This requires a little backstory. Back in the day, I found a set of claw feet in a pewter finish that I really, really, really wanted for a bed frame, which I asked G-Man to build for me.

He built it. He stained it. He added those claw feet, and it is a thing of beauty. And I love it with all my heart.

And it is just about to kill me.

At least once a month week day, I run into one of those claw feet with a body part below the knee.

Wednesday morning, I got up before the alarm went off to answer — as we all do — the call of nature. Pee! I had to pee!! On the way back to bed in the dark, with the air filled with birdsong — damn birdsong — I rammed my right foot into a claw foot. I might’ve sucked in a breath or ten. And grunted like a man.

I’m almost 99% sure that the 4th toe on my right foot is sprained and not broken. It looks like my foot has a black eye, but walking is not a problem and the swelling is down considerably. Hey. I went on my little day trip yesterday anyway. It’s good….

I think.

So. That was yesterday’s tale. Here’s one from 2011.

Let’s throw.

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You should do it. Just once…

Note: No *spoilers* in this post.

Ever had a morning theater experience? You should do it. Just once.

I’m not talking the after midnight, Buffy-the-Vampire-Slayer-is-out-trolling-for-vamps morning. I’m talking the Hello!, birdies chirping, sun shining, paper-thumping-against-the-door morning.

If you read Friday’s post, you know that G-Man was drafted (and I elected) to see a 9 o’clock showing of the latest Harry Potter. This was not a problem for him. He routinely rises and shines with the call of the rooster. We don’t have a rooster, but he hears the call anyway. Rooster-call gifted.

Here’s how it went down.

I stayed up until 2 o’clock Friday morning, because I was writing don’t have the sense God gave a goose. I rocketed out of bed at 7:30, because we were leaving at 8:15, and I needed my decaffeine and maybe some flip-flops and underwears and everything else that adds up to a field trip ensemble.

I reminded myself that I wanted to do this morning theater experience, because I really wasn’t interested in the I can see up your wand Harry Potter seating that was a sure bet in the post meridiem. G-Man doesn’t stand in lines. Does. Not. Do. It.

I choked down some yogurt and a banana, and we hit the road. The sun already felt like high noon, and I was wearing my retro 50s sunglasses and a floppy straw hat, long pants and UV50+ Tropicwear long-sleeved, vented shirt from L.L. Bean in eye-popping tangerine. Let me tell you. I needed it against the high UVs in the Echo-mobile and the high ACs in the theater.

The theater parking lot wasn’t as full as I expected. It’s a big 24 AMC. But there were cars. I asked the ticket wicket person if the theater was full for the first show. Nope. Only 90 tickets had been sold by the time we arrived.

Here is what I learned.

~ Morning tickets cost $6.00, instead of $10.50. Happy, happy. Dance, dance.

~ Yes. People eat popcorn at 9 o’clock in the morning. Big tubs of it. With butter. And super-sized drinks. And chocolate. And MexiCasa Nachos. And Tastee ice cream. Movie theater eating is a cultural thing, maybe even a cult thing. They call it “mindless” eating. I splurged and bought a bottle of Dasani for $4.25. Now, I fall into the no longer a cheap date category.

~ Yes. Lots of people were wearing Harry Potter tees in our intergenerational audience that had blossomed to about 125 by the time the trailers started, give or take 25. Some wear jammies, too. I should have thought of that, but we were doing lunch afterward. Our big Friday night date had morphed into our big Friday morning date.

~ Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 exceeded my expectations. It was awesome. I loved it.

The End.

(July 2011)

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And that’s how we’re rolling this Throwback Thursday.

Elen

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