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Last night was a night that I have looked forward to for a YEAR. The premier of The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Part 1. Yes, I am a huge Twilight nerd. No, it’s not high literature or cinematic genius, but I love it, so shut up.
Anyhoo, I brought my daughters to the midnight premiere, as is our tradition. Naturally, the place was packed. At an event such as this, you really get a cross-section of society, it makes for great people-watching. However, sometimes this people watching makes me want to crawl into a hole and renounce my humanity.
While we were at the customer service desk waiting for some help with a ticketing situation (more on that later), people were milling about getting their concessions for the big show. I notice a woman walking by wearing a pair of pajama pants. Naturally, I rolled my eyes, as I always do, because, well, she was WEARING PAJAMA PANTS. IN PUBLIC. (Side note: WHEN are people going to get the memo that this is NOT OK?) As I’m rolling my eyes, something caught my attention. I am horrified to report, dear readers, that this woman was wearing a ROBE! Not a cardigan, not a sweater jacket, a fucking ROBE. Oh, and slippers!! When I say slippers, I don’t mean those cute ones that you can sorta kinda get away with wearing outside. No, this particular specimen was wearing the open-toed KMart Blue Light special slippers, just like my Nana wore. I didn’t know if she was there to see a movie, or to #OccupyTheTheater!
Let me assure you, I am NO fashion plate. If Stacy and Clinton were to see me on the street, they would have some choice words for me, I guarantee you. I am a casual, leggings-and-a-sweater kinda gal. I’ll never be on a best-dressed list. But you know what?? I have a little bit of dignity, and I actually care how I present myself to the world. I knew I was going out last night, so I dressed in “outside” clothes, did my hair (to the best of my ability), and put on some makeup (THAT is a public service, trust me!). I found the whole thing ridiculous and sad.
But enough about the sad lack of dignity among the movie-going public these days. How about a rant-let (yes, that’s a technical term), about horribly misplaced priorities?? Fun, no??
We were lucky enough to get a great seat at the theater last night, and a small group of people were seated in the row right in front. I heard some strange noise coming from their general direction, and that’s when I noticed that they had a toddler with them! I tell you, this little thing couldn’t have been any more than two years old, and they dragged her to a movie (which is TOTALLY inappropriate for a child that age!) at MIDNIGHT?!?!?!? I’m sorry, but that is just wrong. Granted, the little girl was remarkably well-behaved, so they didn’t really inconvenience the other theatergoers, but come ON! It’s just a MOVIE people! It is not that serious. If you couldn’t get a sitter that night, then you come back another time when you have adequate child care for the little one. Get it together, people!
People confuse me…
So, wait… Was the woman in the PJs wearing the robe, or was there another woman in a robe and slippers? If it was another woman, (I’m afraid to ask ::cringe::) what was SHE wearing under the robe?
No, it was the same woman all decked out in her slumber party finest…she was a hot mess.