Frost/Nixon

Matt won the raffle at the work holiday party and got free tickets to the Regal Cinemas. He gratefully avoided Portland Winterhawk tickets, which his hippie colleague won (sadly for him.) His boss told him to go see "Slumdog Millionaire" as it was very inspirational. Matt does not need to be inspired, but he heard it was a very good movie anyway from another source. Matt told Patricia about the tickets, and knowing that she doesn't like that chain of movie theaters, he offered to spend the two tickets on himself and spare her from the theater chain she so despises. She remarked that a free movie was a free movie, and they decided to see Frost/Nixon.

It was cold. Matt was bundled up like Nanook of the North. Patricia just wore her usual jacket and scarf and walked quickly to the train to warm up. We stopped in the convenience store for "contraband" to sneak in as Patricia likes to stick it to the theater chain whenever possible. As we were buying our goodies, the woman at the counter asked a customer who had just bought something but was hanging around near the door to either come in where she could see him or leave. She didn't like trying to help us and watch him at the same time. He got incensed and stated that he already bought something. She told him to come inside anyway and when she looked back to take Patricia's money he grabbed another bag of sunflower seeds and ran for the Max. Matt shouted "He took one" but the woman just serenely said, "yeah, see." and let him run off.

Then we left the convenience store and a street kid asked us if we liked poetry. Patricia nicely told him that we were late. "Whatever, scum" he yelled after us as we walked off, and turned to ask someone else the same question. Another "Whatever scum" was yelled at that person too.

The line for the movies was long and as we stood there an employee came and announced that "Both Slumdog Millionaires, Revolutionary Road, Milk, Defiance, and The Reader are all sold out." People in front of us left the line. We hoped that the remaining people wouldn't all buy tickets to Frost/Nixon before we could.

But they didn't. When we bought them the clerk said, "You better go get a seat, it's going to sell out." So we did. We raced up and got our seats and then Matt went to wait in line for the bathroom. Yes. The men's bathroom had a line! But only because it had been closed. Meanwhile, Patricia had to do her best to ignore the new Nightmare on Elm Street promo without Matt. It was very difficult. After the lame 20 (now called "First Look") the previews came on. Patricia loves previews. Frost/Nixon was good, except for the part where things were tense and the man next to us (who incidentally didn't like the previews and made a disgusted noise every time a new one started) got all nervous and started twisting his watch face in a distracted fashion. It made a clickclickclickclick, clickclickclick noise. Patricia, who is her mother's daughter, finally leaned over and asked him to stop. He did.

On the way out of the movie, Matt saw his old wrestling coach, this time with long hair. Wanting to avoid questions about Matt's several years of absences, Matt snuck around the corner Metal Gear Solid style and confirmed that it was him. Matt did not tranq his old coach. That would be a little too MGS.

Then we went home. That journey was uneventful. It was a good and exciting evening.