"Edward, . . ." (theater full of pre-teen and teen girls shriek in over excitement)
"Bella, say it. Out loud!" (theater full of pre-teen and teen girls shriek in over excitement)
"Vampire!" (theater full of pre-teen and teen girls shriek even louder in excitement)
The much anticipated movie, Twilight, came out this weekend. I admit, I bought, read, and liked that series of books by Stephenie Meyer. I was also somewhat interested in going to see the movie. I mean, it had a lot of potential. I wasn't planning on seeing it on opening night, but let me explain what led up to the above mentioned situation.
A couple of days ago one of our friends from the ward contacted Christina and invited her to go with some other sisters in the Relief Society on opening night to see Twilight. My wife accepted and bought her ticket on Fandango. The week passes by and it's Friday afternoon. I have planned to do some laundry, play some PS2 BYU football, and generally clean up around our apartment, while my wife is at the movie. I was planning a surprise for her; to come home after a night out with her/our good friend and find that I had cleaned and organized the apartment. Lo and behold, I got a call saying our friend Michelle was really sick and wouldn't be able to go to the movie. She asked if I would buy the ticket off them, and I agreed. I hadn't planned on it, but now that the opportunity had presented itself I was excited to go. Little did I know that seemingly every 10 to 18 year old girl in and around the greater Denver Metro Area was planning on being in the same place for that movie.
Christina and I arrived at the theater almost an hour early, so that we could get good seats, and the line to get in the showing was already almost out the door (and we're not talking a single file line here, we're talking the middle school "line" of huge clumps of people standing behind the huge clump in front of them). Once we made it into the theater and had our seats everything would set off the screaming hordes of teen girl fans. The theater lights dimmed and they screamed. The projector came on and they screamed. The previews started and they screamed. The Harry Potter preview started (and that movie looks really good too) and they screamed. The actual movie we had come to see started and they screamed louder! Once the movie was playing they screamed at everything. Bella comes on screen (screams), she sees Edward (screams), they see each other (screams) and they say hi to each other (screams), they kiss (screams), etc., etc., etc. Everything induced screaming from them. Christina and I were laughing so hard we almost fell out of our seats. After it was all said and done, I realized that I felt more grown up and suddenly older than I felt I was (if that makes any sense).
If that wasn't enough, I was yawning my head off last night by 9:30 pm. I just wanted to go to bed early, but I had so much stuff to still do. In my own defense I get up very early every weekday morning and go, go, go during the day (as I'm sure everyone does). Because of my habit of getting up so early on weekdays, I also get up early automatically on the weekend. I find it hard to sleep past 8 am on Saturday, even though I stay up until past midnight on weekend nights. I hate to say it, but I felt old this weekend, and that is a scary thought.
