Last Friday Bear and I went out to the movies to see Blades of Glory. We’ve been meaning to see it since the very first time we saw the preview. We were so excited we practically made a paper chain to count it down, and yet once it was in the theater it took us two weeks to get around to it. Now that I’m working, all I want to do when I get home is put my pj’s on and not move. And certainly not sit down in another chair. Where other people are.
Despite my reservations, we went anyway, and I was glad that I did. The movie is stupid funny. Or maybe I should say stoopid funny. As well as stupid funny. Blades of Glory is stoopid stupid funny. Plus Jon Heder is a fellow Latter Day Saint and BYU alum, so I am double duty bound to support him. Bear and I have a tradition whenever we see a movie in the theater. We leave the house about 45 minutes before the movie starts so we have plenty of time to stop by Target to pick up candy and drinks and stuff them in my giant knock-off Kate Spade bag, and then grab seats in what we refer to as “The Foot Row.” In most movie theaters these days, the first row of the upper section is the best seat in the house. You rarely get people sitting in front of you, and you have a railing at just the right height to put your feet up on. He’s even carried this tradition home because now even as we’re watching television, he puts his feet up on the big red chair. Friday night we get there with plenty of time to spare and make ourselves comfortable. This theater had a few seats in front of the foot row for handicap access, but we still had room to put our feet up above those seats. We settled in and waited for the laughs to start.
When the movie ended, Bear grabbed my arm to keep me seated and hid his face behind my shoulder. I asked him what was going on and he just whispered “I’m so embarrassed!” He seemed to be satisfied the danger was passed when he told me what he had done.
Unbeknownst to us, a couple of girls had come in at some point during the movie and sat down in the handicap accessible seats directly in front of us. We were stretched out putting our feet all over the place, making ourselves at home in our beloved foot row, when Bear put one of his feet through the bars and rested it on the armrest of the seat in front of him. WHILE SOMEONE WAS SITTING THERE!!
Can you imagine how disgusting that would be to be sitting there enjoying a movie when all of a sudden some strange guy’s foot comes and nearly touches you? IN FLIP FLOPS NO LESS??
Oh gosh, I get the shivers just thinking about it.
I laughed so hard at my poor little husband that I thought I just might vomit. It paled any humor I might have enjoyed over the previous two hours. The movie was great and all, but even Will Ferrell couldn’t compete with that little move.