It’s been a really long time since I’ve been to a movie premiere. The last time was probably sophomore year in college, when I used to basically live in my best friend’s room. We’d get movie tickets on Wednesdays and then attend the premieres usually on Thursday nights, sometimes the next week on Monday or Tuesday.
It was something exciting, you know? Being some of the first to see this new film, even if it wasn’t that good. You can’t help but feel a little bit special, to be part of this group. I know it’s silly. Sometimes it’s the little things in life that count.
Last night, I hurried through a shower, threw on some clothes, and reparked my car at Atlantic Station within fifteen minutes. By that time, I was nearly late to queue up outside our theater at Regal; I met up with my (technically) boss and her fiance, who greeted me by name. I was surprised. I’ve only met him twice, but the simple fact that he remembered my name when so many other people who actually work in our office do not (variations or names that sound kind of like Katherine do not count), that my opinion of him as a great guy went up quite a bit.
After waiting in line, getting our bags checked, and then being briefly frisked, we went in. The brief time we sat down waiting for previews and the movie to start was actually not very awkward. I don’t know what I was expecting–maybe I just assume that since I’m a lowly administrative assistant, that my HR manager will simply deign to have me along, not actually as an equal, but just someone she did a favor for.
Not that she’s a bad person at all. Quite the opposite. I suppose I’ve been worrying too much about fitting in, being liked by people. I’d hate to be that person that’s either annoying, unlikeable, lazy, etc. Nor do I want to be the one who takes themselves way too seriously.
So I expected that since she was there with her fiance, things would be a bit reserved and formal, like at work. But I was wrong. I felt totally comfortable (we have a lot more in common than I initially realized), and it translated over into us sharing popcorn, reminiscing about playing video games, and chatting idly about our phones and other various things. I enjoyed myself.
I think that was my favorite part, aside from watching the movie, which in itself, was not all that great. I didn’t expect it to be fantastic though. We saw My Life in Ruins, which is another Nia Vardalos film.
All I can really say about it was that it was cute. It had its moments, but generally I felt it a bit cheesy and like it reached for something, trying to draw the laughs out of us instead of charming us with good writing… Oh well. The Greek guy, Poopy, was pretty hot, and this was probably one of the things I enjoyed most about the film.
Overall, it brought me right back to being in college and traveling far and wide for premieres. A good night, with hopefully more to come in the near future.