The other night we went out to dinner at old lady hitting the buffet time and practically had the restaurant to ourselves. I was even nice to some guy from out of town who could not decide if he actually wanted to eat in the restaurant or if he just wanted to get a run down of all restaurants in the downtown area. I was on a date and thrilled which explains my sociability.
He came over to see the smoked fish dish I ordered as my main course and I encouraged him to get a fork to taste. He skittered back to the end of the bar without tasting and then stood for long enough reading over the menu that the staff finally asked him, are you going to have dinner or what? Patience is only going to hold out so long. He did stay and when we left we all said good-bye to each other.
After dinner we went to the new movie theater and saw Star Trek. It rocked. Very nicely done and no William Fucking Shatner. Hooray! I despise him and I was a little worried that his stupid head would rear itself. Thankfully the only original series actor to show up in the movie was Leonard Nimoy and that’s just fine with me. I hope there are more movies with this new cast.
The new theater doesn’t show commercials before the movie starts. They just play music. It was nice to sit there and have a conversation for a few minutes instead of being bombarded with Coke Trivia. I understand that it may be hard to settle down when the previews start. I love trailers but will put up with people chatting through them because it’s not really the feature film that we just paid $9.75 each to see. I can throw Chatty Cathys a bone during this time. When the feature starts, you’d better shut up.
Well, wouldn’t you know there was some older man who did not follow Frog’s Golden Rule of Movie Watching. He talked through a character development scene–dude, how else are we supposed to know why Bones is so bitter if we can’t hear what he’s saying the first time we see him? So I turned around and used The Voice to tell him to shut up. Apparently I didn’t throw enough Bene Gesserit into The Voice because he kept talking. His companion told him to be quiet as well. When I tell you to shut it in a movie theater, it’s a really good idea that you do it. Really. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.
I turned around and threw the evil eye and a really loud Shut Up at him whilst receiving support from someone else who did the polite hiss and I swear the guy flinched. He also shut the fuck up.
If you are in the Richmond area and an older man from Australia, who uses an oxygen tank, happens to totter into your theater, be ready to put the smack down on him early and often. He’s a rude mother.