Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Or maybe it's the exorbitant price tag that keeps me out. The matinee shows are running around $10, and then there's the snacks. But, those I can forgo. Maybe the last few years just scraping by caused me to become a bit frugal. No, I was this way before the ex left. We both had to tighten the belt before he left. We just couldn't afford it, being landed gentry and all. Or, condominiumed gentry, at least. I don't own the land my house is on, but 1/35 of the space of the community.
Rarely, does a book touch me so as "Bless Me, Ultima" by Rodolfo Anaya. I had to read it in the summer of 1976 prior to my freshman year at Occidental College in Los Angeles, California. I have read it over and over and each time I do, something new takes me to a new place. So, it was a very pleasant surprise I discovered via a friend's Facebook post, it had been made into a movie.
So, I decided to take myself out for dinner and to see "Bless Me, Ultima."
Me-date number 3.
I set my plans for the following weekend, decided where to go for dinner and looked forward to it. I knew very little about the movie, but did check out some reviews, and it was gathering some good ones. So, I anticipated a nice evening.
And then I got sick; an upper respiratory infection, complete with conjunctivitis.
I certainly didn't want to sit through a movie hacking, coughing and sneezing.
So, I postponed my date with myself.
Then two weeks later I felt well enough to go.
And I discovered the movie had left the theaters nearest my house, and was no longer playing in a theater I had a pass for. The closest theater to me which was showing it, was deep in enemy territory. My ex's new neighborhood. Was he likely to see that particular movie? No. Was it likely I would run into him at dinner? Who knows?
And who cares?
I just don't like him in my business.
And, seeing the movie took me to an even different place than the book had each time I'd read it.