June 14, 2012 by CJ
I went to the movies last Saturday. I saw Hunger Games, I know, pretty late. I can give you a little over 100 reasons why it took so long for me to see it, but that’s not the purpose of this post. I went to see the movie alone. My kids are in Florida with their grandmother for the next four weeks (YAY!!!!) and my husband had plans (which means, not a movie he wanted to see).
I haven’t been to the movies alone since I was 13. My stepfather was taking my little brother to see some movie I didn’t want to see. I begged him to let me see Psycho 3. It was 1986, sending a 13 year old girl alone into a movie theater wasn’t that big of a deal. I believe that was the last movie I saw alone. After that, movie going was with girlfriends and a few years after that I started going to the movies with boys. Then I hit the jackpot of movie going, I got into a serious relationship. One of the many perks of being in a relationship is dragging your significant other to movies you want to see. Then I had kids…then I got old and everything about the movie theater annoyed me.
I read the “Hunger Games” series and really wanted to see the movie. The thought of going alone, was kind of exciting. It reminded me of that fleeting independent feeling I had way back when I was 13. But at 38 the feeling was different. I was excited to be able to leave for the theater when I wanted to leave. I didn’t have to make sure anyone but myself had used the bathroom, only had to make sure I had a sweater, I could park wherever I wanted to park and I could order whatever I wanted to eat and drink during the movie. With popcorn and soda in hand I cheerfully walked past the dad negotiating with his 2 kids, which person got to sit on his lap during the movie. I smiled politely as I moved past the couple only wanting to buy 1 soda to share and she wanted diet and he wanted regular. I stepped over the child throwing a tantrum in the middle of the hallway and happily made my way to the very last theater in the megaplex. I was excited, thinking I’d be the only person there…have the entire theater to myself. Seriously, is there anyone left that wants to see it and hasn’t seen this movie, but me??
As I turned the corner I looked around, and there was one other person in the movie theater. A man. A scary looking man, sitting in the middle seat, in the very last row of the theater. After giving the entire place a quick look, I found a seat as far away from him as possible, making sure I would not have to strain my neck to watch the movie. I decided if no one else came in prior to the previews, I was going to leave. I know it sounds crazy, but I just watched on youtube one man eat another man’s face!! How do I know this guy isn’t another face eater? I sat down and figured out how quickly I could reach each exit and if I could hear the chairs creak when he moved. I picked up my phone to text my husband. I wanted to let him know what was going on, in case he heard about some crazy melee at the local movie theater. As I typed out my plans to him, a family walked in and sat directly behind me. Whew! I could see my movie! I did and enjoyed every minute of it.
I did text my husband, prior to the movie starting. Now as I look back at the message, it does sound pretty callous. Fortunately for all, the movie theater did not hold its own Hunger Games that day.
- The Reality of Going to the Movies After You Have Kids (mommyhuh.com)
- A Day At The Movies (chyrondave.wordpress.com)
- Movie Theaters (pdykie.wordpress.com)
- Running Paranoid (50thingsbeforeiturn50.wordpress.com)