Theatre of the Obnoxious

Now that the smoke’s cleared, it appears that we made safely through another 4th of July. I’m always concerned about this particular holiday because it combines the fool’s trifecta of danger: booze, fire, and explosives. Regardless of last night’s shenanigans, however, our house is intact, no one that we know suffered bodily harm from an errant roman candle, and the puppy has not one singed hair so we’ll count this year as a success.

I have to admit I was a bit disappointed by this year’s festivities, though. The city we live in decided a year ago that fireworks were outlawed within city limits so our holiday was a lot less flammable than it could have been. This saddens me a great deal because that was one of the first things I loved about Washington. I actually had my very first experience with setting off fireworks right down the street from where we live so it’s definitely disappointing for me to not be allowed to continue the tradition.

That’s not to say that we had no fun at all yesterday. Wes finished formatting the Precious and was ecstatic to actually play a game on it last night. I spent almost all day sitting in my big leather chair reading a Stephen King book. When we’d both had our fill of solitary entertainment we went out for dinner and a movie. We saw Get Smart and loved it.

The movie’s clever and funny, so naturally Wes and I laughed a lot. This almost became a problem, however, because we were sitting behind one of the turn-around people. You know these people, these are the ones who turn around and look at you in the movie theatre if you do something they consider to be out of line.

In my case, it was my laughter that raised her ire. Wes and I are both gifted with loud, obnoxious, full-bellied laughs that frequently arouse attention and make us stick out in group situations. We don’t generally mind, though, because your laugh is not something you can change easily and, since we’re pretty loud and obnoxious anyway, it doesn’t really seem important. If you’re wearing a clown suit, changing out of your clown shoes isn’t going to help you blend in any better, is it?

Anyway, the first time I laughed the woman in front of me turned around and looked at me. I reacted in the only way I know how: I waved at her. Yep, she turned her little head around and I busted out a huge and enthusiastic wave toddler-style. She didn’t turn around again, which is good for her because she would probably have found her seat kicked every time she did.

For all I know, she could have come to the movies that night for the express purpose of people-watching in the aisles. I am not, however, in a zoo and so will not consent to be watched and provoked while going about my general activities. She may have paid an admisssion fee, but I paid a don’t-look-at-me-while-I’m-enjoying-this-film fee which negated her admission fee, so there.

2 thoughts on “Theatre of the Obnoxious

  1. While I do not appreciate the movie talkers, text-messagers, free-basers, or frequent getter-uppers, I find it absurd that one would somehow frown upon audience members who are experiencing the very reactions that the movie’s stimuli were designed to evoke! Personally, I prefer a comedy if I am in a theater with people who are loudly amused. I think that’s the main reason I loved Napoleon Dynamite in the theater. Or anywhere. So, I say, laugh on; loudly, fully, and from the very depths of your being. And those who would turn with vaguely disapproving looks should be met as they were; with friendly and enthusiastic waving.

  2. -Dane, thanks for the unquestioning support. I do, however, wonder about the movie theatres you frequent where free-basing is considered an acceptable snack. I mean, how can you enjoy the film when you’re too busy trying not to spill molten-hot smack on yourself?

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