My wife and I have been celebrating our twelfth wedding anniversary this weekend. The actual day was the 22nd (so mark your calendars for next year’s gifts). 🙂 With our daughter on a sleepover at a friend’s house last night, Tara and I went to see the movie The Butler. It has the director’s name in the title, but I’m not going to help him aggrandize himself by mentioning it here.
I could have done without any mention of our current president at the end, but it was inevitable. The director did a good job, but it’s beyond pretentious when they put their name in the title.
We realized on the drive over that this was our “annual movie night.” Literally. We generally rent from home. Sorry, theater owners, but your prices are simply too high. The tickets alone were about $11 each, and that was after she’d gone online for discount tickets. At the window, they’re regularly $11.50 each. After they added tax and their mysterious “how dare you try to get a discount” fees to our online tickets, however, we only saved, what, a dollar total?
Walking in, Tara announced, “I’m having popcorn, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Okay, so that last part was unspoken, but it was definitely there. At the register, I was joking about the high price of our large bucket of popcorn and two over-sized Cokes. Thinking I was being ridiculous, I said, “What’s that gonna cost us, $17?” I was wrong. It was $18.50!
“And that,” said Tara, “is why we only go to the movies once a year!”