There is really nothing as wonderful as going to the movies by yourself. Especially matinees. They're cheap, usually empty, and then when it's over, the day is still young and there's time to sneak into another movie. It is a win/win situation.
I took myself on a date to see Interstellar yesterday and it was exactly what I needed. I must look like a crazy lady every time I go. I bring a huge tote bag full of snacks (twizzlers, corn nuts, chocolate covered peanuts, microwavable popcorn, dried mango and pineapple, etc), a bigass scarf to wrap around myself because 1) it always gets cold, and 2) it's comforting to mummify yourself in the dark, and then I let myself feel everything that comes across the screen. Everything. For example, the emotions started up early yesterday when a holiday commercial came on before the trailers and it was so happy and family-oriented, I just stared tearing up. If you've made it this far into the paragraph, I bet you'll never go with me to the movies ever again. That's fine, I'll just keep going by myself.
Interstellar was absolutely stellar. It was almost 3 hours of edge-of-your-seat peril with some family sappiness thrown in. I cried quite a bit. When I go see a movie by myself, there's no one next to me judging me about how choked up I get when people break up or if someone's in danger or how I start bouncing around everywhere when something nerve-wracking is happening. I mean, there are people judging me, but who gives an eff, I don't know them. Let them watch me stuff snacks into my face and listen to me audibly gasp and sob when something goes wrong.
I LOVE IT. I LOVE THE MOVIES.
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