my sunday rant
i went and saw hot fuzz last night at the broadway. two things: 1) i need aviator glasses something fierce. 2) i hate people that aren’t me.
the group that sat in back of me clearly enjoyed the movie. so much, in fact, they couldn’t stop laughing–which is fine under most circumstances, however, when you lean forward laughing so hard that you actually laugh INTO MY HAIR? umm, gross.
sure, i get that mistakes often are mad, so i overlooked it the first time, but after the fourth i was annoyed. i don’t want laugh spit in my hair from strangers, and i refuse to apologize for that. i was on a date, therefore practicing some self-restraint. i ignored it for the 10th and 11th time when really i wanted to turn around and poke his eyes out with my drink straw (sorry, daisy… insensitive, i know).
from this point on, my standards for judging movies will be: was it laugh into hair funny, or just funny?
“Laugh spit.” Almost as good as when urbanprincess referred to “pee speckles.”
I saw you @ Broadway but the spit was not mine. I was seeing another movie but noticed you and a tall man as I was paying. You are even prettier outside the world wide web.
I saw you this weekend too walking your dog on S. Temple. I honked but you didn’t look. I think you were busy rocking out to your iPod of old man music again.