Last night I went to see The Bourne Legacy at the midnight showing. Although I had been anticipating the movie’s release for weeks, I had not planned on going to the midnight show. After all, I have four kids, two of which had to be up for camp at 7:00am. I knew choosing a midnight show would come at a price and I would be stupid to pay it.
Just call me stupid.
The movie wasn’t that great. I was pretty disappointed overall. You can see my movie review here at my much more nerdy blog where I co-author: Sweep-the-Leg.com.
Am I exhausted today? Yes. But do I regret it? No. I threw out the movie gauntlet on Facebook at about 8:30pm last night when I found out there was a midnight showing of Bourne. Here was the challenge:
Who's up for a midnight showing of Bourne Legacy? Because sleep is for sissies.
I didn’t really expect anyone to seriously respond with a yes. Most of my friends are like me: they have spouses, kids, jobs, stuff that makes their mornings come early. Seeing a movie, even one they really want to see, isn’t worth the price of breaking up their routine.
But I’m trying to get out of having too much routine in my life. My new motto: Less routine, more stupid. (Or as my husband calls it “the full-on stupid”.)
Who took me up on challenge? One of my writer friends. She’s a young woman in her early 20s, unmarried, kind-of reserved and quiet. I like her a whole lot. Our lives are totally different.
Or maybe not really so different if you were to look at the greater scheme; we’re just at different stages of similar lives. Either way, we’re alike enough to have stuff in common, but different enough to enjoy each other’s company. Hanging out with her in the middle of the night at a movie theater with a bunch of geeks? Pure fun.
I’m finding more and more that it is important to have friends whose lives are different, or at least in different places, than my own. It makes me remember that there is existence outside of my late30s suburbian world of mortgages, kids, minivans, husbands, computers, home improvements, and back-to-school supplies. Perspectives long forgotten or perhaps not arrived at yet.
So the movie was a bust and today I am exhausted. That was two hours of unconsciousness I can never get back. Thank goodness.