Don't worry, we put our phones away when the previews started.
Not only do the seats recline, but they are situated so that there is a tall divider behind each row, and it feels very private - you only see the people in your row. Which was also fun - three little girls came in and the mom got them all set with their drinks and candy and popcorn; a few minutes later, we looked over to see they'd taken off their shoes, and of course we had to follow suit. We enjoyed the movie and the experience, and for the price of a matinee, we'll have to make an effort to go more often.
Remember a while back when I complained about the ACLU sending membership renewals for years after our youngest had joined ten years ago? Well, I picked up the mail last week and saw that familiar envelope in the stack, and started to grumble to myself, when I took a closer look and saw my name on the envelope - oh, that's right - I'd forgotten that I'd joined after the inauguration. Well, OK then:
I am official now.
So last week, I was dead asleep (for a change) in my blackout-curtained bedroom, when I started hearing a helicopter right above my house. It was there and then it flew away and then it came back and it was so annoying that I finally forced myself awake (which was really irritating, considering that I don't sleep well to begin with, so to be actually asleep? Gah!). As I kept hearing the helicopter, I remembered that we don't live in a flight path and this was unusual...not to mention it was the middle of the night, but then, I wasn't fully awake at that point. I picked up my iPad and checked our local news station to see what what up - nothing there, nor on our city forum. Finally, I remembered that we have a Facebook page for our neighborhood, so I checked it, and that's where I saw that a neighbor had posted, asking if anyone had heard a lot of gunshots. Um, we don't live in a gunshotty area! What the heck??
I picked up my phone and saw that I'd missed a call and had a voicemail, which turned out to be a robocall from our police department saying they were looking for an armed suspect in our area - eek! Well, that would explain the helicopter, but I sure didn't feel safe every time it flew over my house. And also, Diane and I were going to run that morning, in just a few hours. Now, here's where my runner's brain went:
- We are going to run five miles soon.
- We can't run if this guy is still out there.
- If they catch the guy soon, we can still run.
- If they don't catch the guy, where else can we go to run?
I texted Diane, who luckily had more brain function than me going at that point - she was all LOCK YOUR DOORS (they were) and WE'RE NOT RUNNING TODAY. She was right; I was thinking that I could get in my car, lock the doors, open the garage door and drive away fast so the bad guy couldn't catch me. I know. Crazy. But seriously, this is why you rarely hear that I've missed a run - it's programmed into my brain that if I'm supposed to run, then by golly, I'm going to run!
After a couple of hours with the helicopter, the bad guy was caught - and he really was a bad guy. A state trooper had pulled over a car, the passenger started shooting at him, the driver bailed, and the trooper shot back while the passenger leaned over and drove the car a short distance away before crashing it into a curb. He took off running, which is when the search team was called in. Luckily the trooper wasn't shot, and amazingly (because he was laying down, across the seats) the passenger wasn't hit.
We still wouldn't have been able to run in the morning, as the Texas Rangers were out in force, collecting evidence. Not that I checked or anything...
Have a great (and SAFE) weekend!