Bernie and I went out for our "anniversary" dinner tonight. Our actual anniversary was Wednesday, but we obviously were not able to celebrate in the middle of the week, so tonight was the night. We went to see Indiana Jones at the local googolplex.
Of course, being me we're talking about here, some rookie concession stand employee figured that the popcorn maker didn't actually need any oil this evening, so with 15 minutes left in the movie, the fire alarms go off, the projectors stop, and everyone must evacuate the theater. We end up in the parking lot with a billion irate women being deprived of their "Sex and the City" premiere.
We do eventually get to go back inside after the fire department comes and turns off the alarms, and then we get to see the end of the movie.
(Seriously, though...the alarm goes off at the exact moment when Spalko is setting the skull back on the skeleton - the climactic moment in the movie - how likely is that to be a coincidence?)
Anyway, there you go. I can't go to a movie without a fire breaking out. On the plus side, I discovered on the way home that the local gas station stocks Mexican Cokes! With real sugar, not HFCS! Oh my gosh, that tastes so much better!
PS: Indiana Jones pronounces "Nuclear" as nyoo-cyoo-lar, just like the POTUS does.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Indiana Jones and the Burning Popcorn Machine
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Everyone in the parking lot cheered and clapped when the firetrucks drove up! LOL
We saw it last night too. Oddly, there were no firetrucks in our screening. ;-)
And I'm really glad, too, because we would have had to miss the end to pick up the kids by 10pm.
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