The last time I went to a movie by myself I was around 10 years old. A friend and I were supposed to go together -- I don't even remember what we were going to see. I begged my mother for the money and permission to go and she finally gave in. I was so excited when I went to pick up my friend only to be really disappointed to find out that she had changed her mind about going. I, however, was determined to go since I had worked so hard to get the permission and money. So I went on my own. I remember walking alone from Burke Avenue to Allerton Avenue in the Bronx -- maybe around half a mile. I was scared but determined. I remember being scared in the theater too. I remember what the inside of that theater looked like and I remember sitting there by myself and watching a movie that has left no impression on my mind.
Today I was looking forward to another long day of doing NOTHING. After doing sheets and towels, feeding the dogs, and shopping for the supplies I will need to make my suppers for the week I was bored and it wasn't even 12:30. So I picked myself up and went to the Parsippany Cinema to see the Butler. Amazing how easy it was. A movie is really a solitary experience anyway -- you can't chit-chat while it is being shown - you sit and watch the screen.
I enjoyed The Butler -- thought that it really should have been called The Butler's Wife since Oprah Winfrey stole the show from Forrest Whitaker -- but I enjoyed it none the less.
It is now almost 4:30 and I can truly say that I found a way to take care of myself for one afternoon.
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