Last night I made lasagna. This is a big process. It takes me about two hours including prep and cook time. So, after the meal was enjoyed by my friend Rand, my Love and myself, my Love and I decided to finish our night with a movie.
We head out and drive to the theater. Almost there, we realize that my Love never put the half-pan of lasagna into the fridge. D'oh! So we turn around and head back. Missing the 9:30/9:45pm showings, we check and see there's a 10:50pm showing of The Stepford Wives and decide to head back for that.
Get to the theater. Buy our tickets. Head into the movie. Only to discover there are no seats left - and certainly no two seats together. So we go to guest services. The only other movies showing are Riddick, Shrek 2 (seen it) and Harry Potter 3 (seen it). We exchange our tix for Riddick.
Go in there. There's enough seats and we get good ones. The previews have already started. I get some popcorn and a soda. The movie starts. And immediately, it turns into a flicker, strobe-fest. Non-stop for the first fifteen minutes or so, the movie is one gigantic strobe nightmare. With my migraines, I'm hypersensitive to bright lights - and flickering ones psychotically more so. I literally can't watch it. Even closing my eyes, the strobe effect is too painful. We leave and go back to guest services.
Talk to the guy. Explain how we came to see one movie, no seats, chose another, but the strobe was unwatchable for me. He was nice and we got our money back. Afterwards, we headed home.
So much for that. If the idea was just getting out of the house for a bit, well, we managed that. If the idea was actually seeing a movie, well, that we didn't accomplish. So a warning to all, don't go see Riddick if you're like me and can't handle strobe flashes.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 6/13/2004 12:39:58 PM ~
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