I’m grumpy today. Really, really grumpy. It should be a great and relaxing day: holiday luncheon followed by an early dismissal followed by a two week vacation. But, it’s not.
Last night Dan and I went to see LoTR: Return of the King. I had sorta put my foot down by saying I didn’t want to deal with people on opening night this time, but after hearing my brother and his girlfriend (who went opening night) gush about it I suggested we go last night.
What a mistake.
First of all, it was sold out and while standing in line we had to listen to this moron behind us reenacting the Last Samurai with a fully detailed ending (no, we haven’t seen it).
We ended up being irritated but able to deal with it and eventually we sat down to watch the movie. In the row behind us sat a group of friends…taking up the entire row. One chick out of the lot. And next to me sat a family, their about-12-year-old daughter sitting to my right.
I’ll start with the 12 year old. I think she had the plague. She was so terribly sick it was all I could do to not throttle the parents as we were leaving the theater. When she wasn’t sniffing (which was approximately every 3 seconds), she was sneezing or coughing. I even offered her tissues (which she didn’t take). And as much as I tried to drown that out and concentrate on the movie, I couldn’t.
So if that wasn’t bad enough, we had the assholes behind us. Not only did they talk THE ENTIRE TIME, despite the scathing looks I threw their way, but they had to overreact about everything. Over-laughing, over-commenting, etc. And the one chick in the lot had to have EVERYTHING explained to her. What I wouldn’t have gived for a hand grenade.
Needless to say, I thought the movie was good, but I could barely concentrate on it. We left the theatre with me so angry I couldn’t even talk about the movie.
After we got home and went to bed, I proceeded to be woken up periodically by the kittens reenacting the battle at Minas Tirith on our legs. The last hour before I had to get up for work was spent listening to Oberon talk at length about whatever cats yodel about at 5am.
So here I am at work…already irritated and getting grumpier by the minute.