Saturday night Nathan and I went to see Vantage Point. It was good except for we were surrounded by IDIOTS! Everyone around us got on my nerves. It all started with this young punk in front of us who was wearing a hat. A ballcap. He wore it about 4 inches off the top of his head and tilted to the side. Nathan was about to come unglued. A few minutes into the movie this young punk decided to snuggle up to his punkette girlfriend and the hat was in the way. He took it off and all was well. For a brief moment, anyway.
Next, the folks behind us were talking. Loud. The wouldn't shut up! We tried to ignore it for a littel while and it did tailor down a bit. (If you haven't seen Vantage Point, don't worry. My story will not ruin the movie for you.) As soon as it quited down we learned the theme of the movie. It's about a presidental assasination and the way it goes is it shows the story line where the president is in Spain and is heavily gaurded with security and then from a distance shots are fired and the president goes down. Well, since we are supposed to hear from several different people the movie "rewinds" and starts back at 11:59 am to show another view point. It does this about 7 times. Every time it does this people in the crowd start to whine and moan like they're watching Bill Murray in Ground Hog day. But it's not the same. Every time it rewinds and goes back to the starting scene, something new is revealed so it's not boring at all.
Back to the loud talking couple....here they go again. They're laughing about how stupid this movie is that keeps repeating itself. They are getting louder. I do what any normal annoyed person would do. I turn around and politely glare at them. It doesn't stop them. A few minutes later, Nathan turns around. Still, they continue to talk. I wait a few minutes and can't take it anymore. They are talking so I turn my head around about as fast as the Exocist girl and I look at them and say, "Could you PLEASE stop talking!?" as I put my finger up to my lips like I'm talking to a group of 2nd graders. I could hear them gasp and do their "Well, I never!" breathing but finally they stopped! Ahhhhh.
When we were leaving the movie I was sitting there and I was having a hard time getting my coat on. I felt like Nathan was just sitting there watching me struggle. So, what did I do? I got mad at him! I know, I'm mean. He can't read my mind. So, we left the movies both in a bit of a bad mood. We were in two seperate cars. That was good. It was giving me time to feel bad for getting mad at him for such a stupid thing. I just wanted him to see that I was struggling and automatically help me get my coat on. Didn't happen that way. So, on our way home Nathan is following me. We get to the light on Bitters and Heimer. All of a sudden the car in front of me had a car full of boys jump out and go to the car next to it, also full of boys, and start POUNDING each other IN THE STREET! A huge Westside Story kind of fight was going on right in front of my eyes. I froze. All I could do was lay on my horn. Like that would stop them. Then I thought to grab my cell phone and call 911. I had the officer on the line and was describing to him what I was watching. All the boys jumped back into their cars and the cars took off. At least one of them pulled into the Souper Salad/ Mr. Panda parking lot. I guess there's a bar there, too. I followed them. Nathan followed me. I drove around still on the phone with the police. I circled around and found 2 cops talking to a group of boys. I pulled up and asked if these were the boys that were just in a fight. The cop on the phone told me it was ok to hang up with him so I could talk to the other cop in person. Well, it was the same group. Only one car got caught. The other car got away. Nathan is behind me wondering what the heck is going on. He didn't see the fight. He later told me that he thought I was so mad at him for not helping me with my coat that I went to the cops. How silly! That's our exciting Saturday night!
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