Les Clés Part 1

You know those "usual night ins" that you have with a certain designated friend of yours if there doesn't happen to be any parties or events going on. We'll come to my house, rent a movie or Netflix it up, and pig out until 1 AM, when she has to leave. Oh, sometimes instead of just going to WalMart or Target for our snackies, we'll get some greasiness in our system via McD's.

One night, a night that she was planning to sleep over, we decided to switch things up a bit. We weren't going to have the same old girl's night in. They were fun, and silly, and we'd always talk about the goofiest things, and they were relaxing, but hey. We were going to take a walk outside our comfort zone.

My good friend and I decided to go to one of those 3D movies. Yes, they were ridiculously expensive and between the both of us, the same $5 dollar night ended up costing us $40, but we decided it was worth it. The reviews we'd heard gave us mixed feelings. Some said this movie was the most amazing experience anybody could ever have, and others told us that the movie was overwhelming and mind boggling and just plain old too much, and sometimes would even make them throw up. We were a bit worried about this, but we figured we'd be just fine.

We bought our tickets well in advance, and just decided to wait around the theatre until our showing started. We waited and waited and waited. We got so tired of waiting that we almost became fed up with the whole thing and were going to leave. But finally, slowly, the doors opened and we were ushered inside. The movie began, fast it seemed, and we were hit with a melange of colors and noises and such strange sights! I'd never been to a 3D show before, and boy was it weird.

No shape held its form, it seemed. Everything was constantly moving and flowing and seemed to be made out of some sort of liquid. The dresser in the main character's room appeared to be bending and flowing as if it were a belly dancer. I shared this little absurd thought of mine with my friend and we burst out laughing. And boy did we laugh. The whole theater was laughing.

The energy inside that theater was great. The audience was into it, and we chose great seats. We were almost smack in the middle and the sounds were coming at us at an almost perfect pitch it seemed.

We were happy, everything was perfect, and life just couldn't get any better.

But then I noticed something...the people in front of us were eying us pretty rudely. I gave them a look, and then they burst out laughing. I figured it out...they thought my friend and I were lesbian! How judgmental of them! Were they dumb? Couldn't they see that we were just great friends who were having a girls' night out? It just got me so mad. Why does everybody have to judge and make assumptions when they have no idea what's going on? I told all this to my friend but she just shrugged her shoulders and "oh well'd" it. I was still fuming, but the nice feelings that this movie put in me helped to curb my unhappiness.