
A couple of gfs and I saw Sunshine Cleaning this weekend and this was the only theatre showing it. $5 for the movie, $5 for the margarita (and it was a tequilay margarita, if you know what I mean) and then there are love seats to cuddle in. Seriously the first 3 rows or so are love seats. We didn't cuddle, though. The love seats were occupied by old people who were not cuddling, but were sitting very far apart. What a waste, and I hate cuddling!
The best part of the evening was that after the movie, we were lingering in our seats for a minute (I had to finish my margarita) and all of a sudden a stream of 12-14 year old boys come running in with pillows and sleeping bags. WTF? So, we asked the movie machine operator: "WTF?" And he said two words (or one, hyphenated): "Lock-in." For reals, there was a young man lock-in where the young men were going to play video games on the giant screen.
Becca now wants to have an adult lock-in, but I'm pretty sure that's called kidnapping.
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