dustyscout53
Regular
310 messages
joined Dec 2005
Man, you're totally oversimplifying things by making a trip to the movies just about the film itself—it's such a reduction. It reminds me of what Napoleon said—something along the lines of how if you have a perfect travel itinerary, you might actually miss out on half the journey? Or even better, if you hit your target too perfectly, you miss everything else. It’s the same deal with going to the AMC Theater—if you only show up for the movie, you’re missing the whole point, right?
So, how does one actually do a movie night right? First things first—before you even head out, you’ve gotta pick up some makeup for your girlfriend, and we’re talking at least... $167 So you lock her in the bathroom for three hours right before the movie starts—total ritual, right? You throw in all the essentials: the makeup, that tiny white mini dress, and those killer sexy boots. It’s gotta be the white mini, black lace panties, and fishnets—nothing less. Then, you borrow a Mercedes 500 SL from your godfather—you know, that tycoon who’s always pushing the legal limit—just to cruise to the AMC Theater. For the look? A thin brown leather jacket, some jeans, and one of those wide-collared 70s-style patterned shirts. Oh, and don't forget the gold chain with the cross... just a little something to keep the vibes right.
Once you step into an AMC Theater, you gotta hit the slot machines first to get that rush going—right? $67 I'll grab some whiskey—once I finish this cigarette. $67And then you just gotta shout—I don't even care anymore! $667He’s got plenty of cash—so he's definitely treating the bum sitting next to him. You just gotta figure out which one is gonna order the coffee first so they don't try to play you... right?
So you're waiting in line at the theater, right? There’s this girl standing just outside the lobby—still totally in your line of sight—but she’s gotta call your cell to let you know you're up. So you pick up, and what do you do? You start barking orders about stocks—like, "Hey, sell some Pfizer, screw those bureaucrats, just buy some ExxonMobil, they're solid..." How much? A few bucks? Yeah, maybe they bumped their commission a little—whatever, let them make enough to grab a sandwich, they're good people—*cynical smile*. Then, when you finally get to the counter, you keep the whole conversation going on the phone while just gesturing wildly at the cashier to tell her what you want. It doesn't even matter if she understands you—it's just the perfect chance to take it out on some random lady, isn't it? Honestly, it's probably an excuse for her to ask you out for a drink after all that. You gotta stay tough with women—can't let your guard down. If the tickets are $58 and you hand over a $60 bill, you gotta make a scene: "KEEP THE CHANGE! GO BUY A DRINK, GET YOUR HAIR DONE, OR MAYBE JUST TRY NOT TO WAKE UP IN YOUR EIGHTIES AGAIN, HA HA HA!"
So you head up to the balcony—and hey, while you're at it, find some kid with popcorn just to snatch it right out of their hands. When they start crying, you just look 'em dead in the eye and ask, "What's the matter, kid? You having a bad day?" Then you lean into your girl, give her a little elbow to the shoulder until she stumbles, and lift her skirt just enough so everyone else realizes exactly what they're missing out on. Finish it off with a quick smack on the backside—kind of like how a dog marks a fire hydrant. MINE.
Grab the largest popcorn they've got and a beer—though honestly, you’ll probably just tuck the rest of the beer and some bourbon in your jacket anyway. My date isn't drinking a drop, because let's be real, having to run to the restroom every twenty minutes is a total buzzkill. Then you inevitably end up stuck in a terrible seat, just waiting for the crowd to settle. It’s actually best when some couple in their 50s walks in—you'll have endless material for roasting them, from the usual political jabs to poking fun at bad veneers, fake hips, or just getting old... it's endless.
Once the movie starts, people just grab their popcorn and start checking out all the hot girls—I guess it’s easier to miss the actual plot when you're distracted by hair and looks, right? Every time a violent scene comes up, everyone just cracks up—especially if it’s some twisted stuff like sexual assault... it's wild. And any time a woman shows up on screen, the comments are always the same: either "Damn, she's hot" or "No way in hell," lol.
Man, once those first few scenes hit, the beer starts flowing and the whiskey comes out. Popcorn is flying everywhere—totally "accidental," right? You’re always the loudest one in the room, barking at everyone and ruining the vibe for the five rows in front of you and the five behind you—but heaven forbid some couple whispers nearby. Then you start yelling: "This isn't the local boardwalk, go hook up in the park or something!" If someone’s phone rings, you make a huge scene about it. You turn toward the projection booth and shout, "Hey, buddy, pause this crap, can't you see I'm talking?!" Just constant noise. But if someone else's phone goes off? Suddenly you're calling them a total hillbilly.
Halfway through the movie, he pulls some foil-wrapped chicken right out of his jacket—can you believe that? Honestly, a head of lettuce and a good burp after the meal would be a nice touch too.
At the end of the movie, you’re basically stumbling out because the whiskey was home-brewed—honestly, who can blame you? You probably should've just peed next to your seat too, since there’s no way anyone’s making it to the restroom in a crowd like that. And of course, getting into a huge blowout with your girlfriend is just part of the whole experience, right? She storms out in tears while you're just sitting there eyeing the younger girls in shorter skirts... and let's be real, no matter what movie you actually sat through, you’re still gonna mutter about how much it sucked.
That's exactly why I love hitting up the theater. Honestly, nothing beats catching an 11 AM matinee—maybe some animated flick? Just chill vibes.