getthefuckawayfromme
my saturday's are usually spent catching a matinee flick (or 3) at the local movie theatre, which of course means mingling with the mindless fucks doing their shopping and whatever else the mindless fucks do on saturdays.
the saturday of my birthday was no exception to my saturday ritual, even tho it might have been better spent hunkered down in my apartment, but where's the fun in that?
movie #1 was HOSTEL (which was a complete piece of shit, BTW.....and apparently it was the box office winner for the weekend)......it was showing in easily the largest stadium theatre in the complex, so i grabbed a spot somewhere near the lower tier, forgoing my usual routine of heading straight for the back, thinking there were ample seats for others to grab......as the mindless fucks start to filter in, some head for the seats further up, but i begin to notice some of the fucks congregating near my space......an older couple sit right behind me, which i have to chuckle at......then these other dudes sit to my left, one chair over, and i'm like, what the fuck is this??......dude proceeds to remove his coat and stuff it in the chair next to us, releasing the aroma of cigarette smoke that's probably been collected in the material for who knows how fucking long.......GOOOOOOOOOOOD.
so not only was the movie a fucking turd, the whole "experience" just rubbed me the wrong way as well......here's hoping movie #2 would make up for everything and set the birthday on the right track......
movie #2 was MUNICH (which fucking kicked major ass all the way around) and was a much smaller, cozier theatre, which i thot was fine, more of an art-house kinda vibe.......having the sting of the first movie experience still burning, i head straight for the back row, slightly to right side of the screen......and then the mindless fucks begin to filter in.......most of these folks are older couples, who probably remember the events of the Munich Olympics that make up the base story for the flick......so the place gets more crowded......seats are filling up......you know where i'm going with this?
i'm in my seat and my coat is on my right......a couple take up shop 2 seats over to my left......then another couple take up shop 2 seats over to my right.......so far so good........then there are always the late fuckers who wander in, assuming they'll just drop into a prime spot.......so the 2 open seats to my left are quickly snapped up by another couple.......GOOOOOD.......previews start and another older couple wander up and stand to my right.......didn't ask if the spots were open, didn't ask me if i could move my coat, dude just proceeds to hover his ass over the seat/coat, which of course forces me to plop it on my lap, with no armrests to call my own........FAWWWWWKKKKK.......happy birthday, mr. prowse.
the moral of the story?
don't sit next to me at the movie theatre.
find your own fucking space.
and if you get there too late, too fucking bad.
mindless fucking maggots.
the saturday of my birthday was no exception to my saturday ritual, even tho it might have been better spent hunkered down in my apartment, but where's the fun in that?
movie #1 was HOSTEL (which was a complete piece of shit, BTW.....and apparently it was the box office winner for the weekend)......it was showing in easily the largest stadium theatre in the complex, so i grabbed a spot somewhere near the lower tier, forgoing my usual routine of heading straight for the back, thinking there were ample seats for others to grab......as the mindless fucks start to filter in, some head for the seats further up, but i begin to notice some of the fucks congregating near my space......an older couple sit right behind me, which i have to chuckle at......then these other dudes sit to my left, one chair over, and i'm like, what the fuck is this??......dude proceeds to remove his coat and stuff it in the chair next to us, releasing the aroma of cigarette smoke that's probably been collected in the material for who knows how fucking long.......GOOOOOOOOOOOD.
so not only was the movie a fucking turd, the whole "experience" just rubbed me the wrong way as well......here's hoping movie #2 would make up for everything and set the birthday on the right track......
movie #2 was MUNICH (which fucking kicked major ass all the way around) and was a much smaller, cozier theatre, which i thot was fine, more of an art-house kinda vibe.......having the sting of the first movie experience still burning, i head straight for the back row, slightly to right side of the screen......and then the mindless fucks begin to filter in.......most of these folks are older couples, who probably remember the events of the Munich Olympics that make up the base story for the flick......so the place gets more crowded......seats are filling up......you know where i'm going with this?
i'm in my seat and my coat is on my right......a couple take up shop 2 seats over to my left......then another couple take up shop 2 seats over to my right.......so far so good........then there are always the late fuckers who wander in, assuming they'll just drop into a prime spot.......so the 2 open seats to my left are quickly snapped up by another couple.......GOOOOOD.......previews start and another older couple wander up and stand to my right.......didn't ask if the spots were open, didn't ask me if i could move my coat, dude just proceeds to hover his ass over the seat/coat, which of course forces me to plop it on my lap, with no armrests to call my own........FAWWWWWKKKKK.......happy birthday, mr. prowse.
the moral of the story?
don't sit next to me at the movie theatre.
find your own fucking space.
and if you get there too late, too fucking bad.
mindless fucking maggots.
posted by Chris Prowse at 3:55 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Chris, how did you end up alone in a movie theatre on your birthday? Something's wrong there.
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