Two and a half months.
80 days to be exact.
We finally went to see Avatar last weekend.
Which sounds unbelievable if you know me - the Uber-Geeky-Sci-Fi-Nerd.
But something was always getting in the way of dedicating three hours to sit in a theatre. The holidays. Extremely cold weather. The Olympics.
At long last, hubby and I got our 3D glasses and along with a nearly full cinema, awaited the first showing Sunday. The movie was, in a word, amazing.
Unfortunately, my experience was hampered by another patron.
First, he took his seat right beside me mere seconds before the movie started.
Then he fidgited about, attempting to remove his jacket whilst balancing a huge bucket of popcorn on his lap. I was certain it was going to spill all over me. I inched as far away as I could for safety's sake, nervously eyeing his mega-drink perched in that tiny cup holder between our seats, as his elbow gently grazed it more than once.
Finally he settled down. Actually, he settled down so well I had to glance his way.
Yep. The unatural angle of his head gave it away even with dark glasses on, I could tell he was sound asleep.
How could someone fall asleep during Avatar? I was trying desperately to absorb every moment of the epic I could, entranced by the effects and tearing up at the story (oh yes, I will admit it).
The guy beside me woke up again, figited and slumped asleep once more.
I kept munching on my popcorn.
This routine went on for over two hours until the credits rolled, the lights went up and the crowd filed out; Sleepy Guy joining their ranks exiting out into the real world.
* Sigh * I want to go back and see Avatar again.
And hubby? Oh yeah, he can come along again too I guess. After all, he hasn't even seen it once yet.
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