Hunger Pains

My BFF, Yenta Hessa, emailed me on Wednesday. “I have tickets for Hunger Games tomorrow night. Wanna go?”

“Sure!”

So, yesterday, we were off to the games.

Unfortunately, I haven’t read the books, so I really hadn’t a clue what it was going to be about. But then again, I love that.

We went. No waiting on line for 17 hours. We just walked in.

We probably should have gotten to the theatre a bit earlier, because although we had tickets, most of the seats were taken when we got into the theatre. But, in true BSM fashion, we scored fantastic seats.

Most of the movie was a lot of fun. But about three quarters of the way through, I started to be bored. They were in the woods a really long time.

And my butt started to hurt. And I started to wish I was on my couch in my pajamas.

You know, people are annoying at the movies. I remember, when we were young, my father would get into a fight every time we went to the movies. All because the people who went were stupid. After a while, he stopped going to the movies all together.

I got some popcorn and I ate it quietly. But the woman next to me brought her own treats. In a plastic bag.

You know what that means, don’t you? Every time she reached into the plastic bag, it crackled at about 90 decibels in a quiet movie theatre.

It really kind of distracted me from the hunger. And I couldn’t concentrate.

So, aside from my sore butt and my noisy neighbor, I managed to enjoy Hunger Games.

Today, my sister, Sookie, asked me how the movie was.

I said, “My butt hurt.”