Dinner and a movie

i met a friend at the bridge for a mid-week movie date tonight.

the time traveler's wife.

we both read the book years ago and loved it and i can't think of anyone else who enjoys sappy flicks as much as i do - in fact, it gives her what she calls "warm fuzzies!" unfortunately, trying to make it to a 745p movie in la on a tuesday night does not result in anything like warm fuzzies. it's more like a cause for anxiety, aggressive driving and frantic, "i'm running late" text messages.

knowing this would be a problem and being the berkeley girls we are, we planned ahead.

i could get there with time to spare so my assignment was to head to rubios and get food to smuggle into the theater. one would think this is a relatively simple thing to do but no...the ushers at the bridge double as cia agents. they caught me early and made me throw out the two sodas i bought for $1.50 each. such a waste but worried that the aroma from the piping hot mexican food tucked safely in my purse would bury me deeper, i decided not to argue. instead, i headed to the concession stand where i bought two smaller versions of the same flat soda for $4.50 each and made my way to our assigned leather seats - yes, i said assigned and leather but keep in mind, it's the bridge and we paid $15 for the movie!

my friend arrived during the previews and all was good in the world. still, every time i popped a chip in my mouth or unwrapped my burrito further i glanced guiltily at the usher standing on the side of the theater sure he was going to catch on and promptly evict me from my very comfy theater chair.

i vaguely remember ushers taking their jobs a helluva lot less seriously when i was a teenager. or, maybe it's that the rebel in me rarely rears her bold head these days. either way, my covert mission was almost as fun as crying through the movie alongside my girlfriend!