One of the many treats that I’ve come to love is going to the movies. I don’t get to go very often because I don’t really have a movie buddy. It’s a treat for me, when Dave goes to the movies with me. He likes renting DVDs and being in the comfort of home while watching a movie rather than having to go out and sit in a hard little chair in one spot for two hours with strangers we don’t know. I can understand his viewpoint, but I don’t know what it is about going to the movies that brings out the giddiness in me. I guess it’s because when I was still living at home with my parents, they never let us go out to the movies. I think we may have went once in all my time growing up, and they saw it as a waste of money. So I always waited until I moved out to go to any movie I wanted. In college, my movie buddy was Will, and we used to go almost every weekend, at least. Sometimes we went a few times a week. Sure it’s a bit more expensive than renting out, but the treat is still there… going to buy the ticket, getting the popcorn from one of those popcorn machines, finding our seats, staring at the giant big screen in front of us — it’s all good.

I keep trying to convince Will to move up here so I can have my movie buddy back, but so far it’s not really working. Darn him being in SoCal and all.