I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know why it happened.
Tom and I can’t remember the last time we went out to a movie.
I blame the move. I’m blaming everything on the move for the rest of the year. Maybe next year too.
We think the last flick we saw together in a theater may have been Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End. Four some-odd years ago. This doesn’t include movies to which we took the boys, like Toy Story 3 (where I sobbed like a sloppy fool), but just the two of us. The last movie I saw? Spy Kids 4…90 minutes of my life I’d like back, thankyouverymuch. Can’t remember the last non-kid movie I saw outside the house.
I don’t get around much anymore.
There are so many movies coming out this fall that we’d like to see and just won’t. They’re expensive as hell and usually not worth it. So we have to balance movies that would be best seen in a theater vs movies that can wait til rental.
One we absolutely will see is The Muppets. I think I speak for all Gen-Xers when I say PleaseDon’tSuckPleaseDon’tSuckPleaseDon’tSuck.
I’ll even get popcorn.