Fuzzy and I never managed to see MIB2 when it was originally blasting it's way through the summer movie scene, and had pretty much decided we were stuck with waiting for it's eventual release on DVD.

Yesterday, however, we got a pleasant surprise. We'd been arguing. Well, no. I'd been stressing, and lack of protein and stress made lose all control, to the point where, I'm sad to admit, I flung a pair of shoes at my poor, innocent husband (black suede lace-up MIA's with very hard chunky soles, if you really want to know). Yogurt, of all things, helped me calm down enough to become human again, and when I was looking for ideas on where to eat (we tend to avoid cooking at home, these days, because there are PEOPLE traipsing in and out to do STUFF all the time, and it's easier to just not worry about whether or not things are done) I found out that the Camera Seven in the Pruneyard was playing MIB2 that evening. We could just make it and eat, too.

So we went, and when we got there, they said, “It's actually a double feature with Spider-Man.” Well, cool. I mean, we'd seen Spider-Man, but the novelty of a double feature made our decision for us. And it didn't cost any more.

So, I had a salmon-salad sandwich, and he had roast beef with bleu cheese, and then we got a large drink and popcorn at the concession. (Note: While I find it horrendous that these people charge nearly five dollars for a large drink, I like the fact that they give free refills of their large sizes, which, for a double feature, makes sense.)

Fuzzy's favorite part of MIB2 was the dog. This should surprise no one.

Then we stayed and the crowd got bigger, and Spider-Man started. Except fifteen minutes into the film it got all streaky. And then the sound s l o w e d d o w n. And then it stopped. A few minutes of some weird hoedown music, and it restarted. Still streaky. Stopped again. Repeat process, including hoedown music.

After the third time they gave up trying to fix the projecter, and came in to offer money back, free passes, and the right to wander into anything still playing. Or some combination thereof.

There was nothing still playing that I wanted to walk into the middle of, and since we'd seen the movie we wanted to see, we saw no point in getting our money back, so we have free passes. Yay.

I have to say, the crowd was really polite, and most people found humor in the situation. And the whole thing reminded me of when my parents would take me to movies in Idaho Springs, CO, when I was about seven. It was the only theater for several towns, and I think the projecter from the Flintstones was more sophisticated. In winter, you'd have to bring blankets to keep warm. And almost every night the bulb would over heat and stop the film, and everyone would throw popcorn at the projectionist, and scream. Not in a malicious way, just as part of the ritual.

Anyway, we drove around the neighborhood that will soon be ours, trying to figure out (in the dark) if the new house has line-of-sight to a certain building, because we're some minimal number of feet to far for PacHell to do DSL, and while we can get T1 through Fuzzy's company, there's a wireless option that's considerably less expensive, and can install w/i three days.

Results were inconclusive, but we did scope out a park about half a mile from the new place, where we can go to let the dogs RUN every once in a while. Yay, parks.

And even if we didn't get to see all of Spider-Man, we still got 2.5 movies for the price of one, and to me, that's a good deal.