Debbie and Caroline picked today (a good choice, since it's a day off, at least for some of us) for the movie, without knowing what we'd see. Earlier this week, we looked at the list of flicks playing the local snooty theater, and chose "Blade Runner 2049."
We exchanged a few more emails about parking and stuff, and then, just the other day, Caroline sends me and Debbie an email about parking which accidentally attaches the thread between the two of them where they're talking about treating me to the movie.
(My rule on 50 for 50 stuff is that I assume we pay for ourselves. Gifts are not expected, but are gratefully accepted. Debbie and Caroline had read the rules, because they're lawyers and stuff, so had been discussing details. And accidentally sent it to me.)
This ... kind of made my day. Everyone makes the mistake of sending someone an email they didn't mean to send, and, conveniently, this one happened to contain NICE info I wasn't supposed to see. I start running through possibilities for a snarky response. But, I mean, these are my FRIENDS and they're talking about TAKING ME OUT for my BIRTHDAY. I decide to (shockingly) take the high road on this one and just pretend I never read it. (I start rehearsing, "You guys?! Are you sure? That's so generous. Thank you so much!")
Caroline meets me at my house and we drive over the movie place; Debbie is meeting us there. We're just about pulling in the parking lot when she mentions the email snafu, assuming I read it. Like, there is zero possibility that I didn't read it. (I shelve my Academy Award performance.) She and Debbie had been waiting for my snarky response, and were surprised they didn't get one.
We are already laughing about this when we get to the theater. We meet Debbie in the lounge, enjoy pre-movie drinks, and laugh about all the amusing things we could have emailed each other yesterday.
The iPic theater in Pasadena is super snooty. The seats are big, comfy suede recliners. With pillows and blankies. And a nice usher/server type who gives everyone a bag of warm popcorn, then takes food orders and brings you dinner during the movie. Caroline likened it to flying first class. "Blade Runner 2049" was so damn long, I was pretty sure we'd landed in New York by the time it was over.
We had a blast. Caroline ordered some chicken strips and I ordered some fish and chips. It wasn't until we'd each finished an entire strip of deep fried goodness that we realized we'd been served each other's plate. Much laughter. We got dessert (a big cookie) which we had to run back and forth between our two rows to share it amongst the three of us. More laughter. Once the movie ended, we tried to take our selfie and ended up with Worst Photo Ever. (I had to promise to not put it up here, but, trust me, so much more laughter.) We tried again outside the theater, and that one failed, too. A nice couple walking by offered to take one for us if we'd take one for them, which finally resulted in this.
Which was not what we were hoping for and didn't even include the theater's marquee, but if you think I was overstating things about the failed selfie attempts, about the ONLY thing that came out right in this one WAS the marquee.
Which is somehow just a perfect representation of the whole thing. Nothing seemed to go exactly according to plan, but that just made us laugh harder.
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