Movie date takes unromantic turn
COMMENT BY SAMI MUIRHEAD: HAVE you ever been on a date that starts with a fight?
Well, that is exactly how date night started for my husband and I this week.
I had booked the baby sitter and I had made an effort to get out of my daggy old T-shirt, and we had gone out determined to be shiny, happy people in love.
The trouble was, we were tired. From work, from life, from kids. You know the drill. So we left the house. But we left the house where we secretly probably wanted to be falling asleep on the couch, with the dogs at our feet. Wearing that comfortable T-shirt.
We headed straight to the movies. It was a win for me as it was my turn to select the title. I chose The Fault In Our Stars. OMG. It is brilliant. But heartbreakingly sad. As in all you could hear in the cinema was sobbing. Lots of grown women and men sobbing. Anyway, the "Big Fight" started when we went to sit down at the start of the film. I am a stickler for sitting in the seat number allocated on your ticket, because I like law and order. My husband usually likes law and order as well, but he seems to relish the rare occasion we go to the movies as a chance to get all "Bad Ass Rebel" on me and refuses to sit in the allocated numbered seating. Instead he just chooses a spot where no people are sitting.
So I bleated I thought it was a bad idea to go rogue and sit in any old chair, but in the end gave in, trying to keep the peace, and we slunk into our illegal chairs.
My heart was pounding, however, and I kept looking to the entrance waiting for the rightful sitters to want to claim their chosen chairs. And came they did. The teenagers looked at us as if we were aliens but clearly did not know how to tell us to get the heck out of their chairs. In the end it was all too much for me and I spoke up and said we were in their theatre thrones. My husband rolled his eyes as if I was a traitor.
That is when we started to fight. Then another teenager sat next to me. I am nine months pregnant and her knobbly knees, which she had pulled up under her chest, kept hitting my massive baby bump. This gave me heartburn.
Then she started texting on her phone. This added to my heartburn. I looked at my husband for moral support. I got none because he was still dreaming of having an aisle to himself and not being surrounded by crying women!