Saturday, May 26, 2007
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
And a bottle of rum is EXACTLY what I need after having sat thru 2 3/4 hours of Pirates of the Caribbean.

But a margarita will have to suffice.

Now - don't get me wrong. I love watching me some Johnny Depp... but can anyone explain to me what the HELL was going on in that movie?

Aside from that, maybe I couldn't concentrate so much on the plot (plots?) because of all the INCONSIDERATE ASSHOLES that decided to sit around me and Ashton. I swear. If Ashton hadn't been there, I think I would have vaulted over a couple rows of theater seats to swat the damn cell phones out of people's hands. So very distracting. You know what they were doing? They were TEXTING each other throughout the entire movie. Losers. Who goes to movies and continually texts others?

Oh - and on top of that, there were a group of high school aged kids in the row with us. I refused to move my seat - because we were there FIRST DAMMIT, but they sat in the middle of the row and I don't know - but I think they had bladders the size of walnuts. Because they kept jumping up and hopping on my feet on their way past us to the restrooms. And they were texting each other too. The guy on the end was trying to set up a booty call with the girl on the other end of their group. I know this because I could read the stupid messages. And they WERE stupid. I don't know about you guys - but when I was a younger unmarried single cute girl, I would have NEVER fallen for the line of: That shirt makes your boobies stick out. I think they are hot.

Oh....yeah... Makes me want to sprawl all out for THAT.

I counted NO LESS than 7 people text messaging others during the movie. I could see the damn backlights of their phones. The real question is: Were they all texting that girl to tell her that her boobies stick out? (Which - by the way - they DID, but not that I was trying to set something up with her...just sayin')

So anyway - next time, I'm just going to stick to the matinee shows. It's cheaper - and parents are in there watching the movies with their kids and they are too busy to text each other.

I hate getting old.
posted by Norman at 8:20 PM | Permalink |


  • At Sunday, May 27, 2007 7:52:00 AM, Blogger Freak Magnet

    I so totally would have fallen for that line. Then again, I'm desperate, so I'd pretty much fall for anything.

  • At Sunday, May 27, 2007 9:49:00 AM, Blogger Lisa

    We're heading out to get our Johnny fix this afternoon. After reading this, I tell ya if I see just one cell phone come out of anyones pocket I'm gonna throw a major hissy fit.

  • At Sunday, May 27, 2007 9:07:00 PM, Blogger Freak Magnet

    ZOMG!!! I totally forgot to tell you I have Pirates of the Carribean underwear!!! My hoohaa is now to be known as Pirate Booty!!!

  • At Tuesday, May 29, 2007 7:50:00 AM, Blogger ADW

    I would have been like:
    In A VERY Loud voice
    "Oh my gosh, you like totally think her boobs stick out, but you just TM'd that other girl that she had the prettiest Hoo Ha you had ever seen. Girllllllll I can read your messages too and please make sure you are using protection."

    Little turds...

  • At Tuesday, May 29, 2007 1:28:00 PM, Blogger Jim Latchford

    My wife and I abhor going to the moives on weekends...especially at the downtown venue Baywalk. Every teenager, or soon to be so, flocks to this open air venue to see and be seen...and each has a cell phone stuck to their ear or they are busying themselves "texting."

    I too experienced a very rude teen who, when he wasn't talking on his cell phone, was making crude reamrks about the movie followed by gales of laughter from his equally inconsiderate and moronic entourage. I asked this 16-something to please reframe from talking further and he flashed me his one finger I.Q. Where upon I "accidently" dropped my big glup in his lap..thoroughly drowning his ego and his cellphone. The little snot was less than pleased and proceded to curse me relentlessly, which resulted in gaining the attention of the movie proprietors. I faned clumsyness and in spite of his associates suggesting otherwise, he and his "friends" were escorted out of the theather. Who were they going to believe...these screaming teenagers or the middle-aged, white-haired guy and the dozen of other movie goers who swore it happened just as I stated. Piece of cake!!

  • At Wednesday, May 30, 2007 11:51:00 AM, Anonymous Stacie

    You *know* you were *SO* trying to get a booty call! ;)

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