Walk The Line

Last night Steph and I went to see Walk The Line at the new Atlantic Station movie theatre. Steph was concerned about having to pay for parking, but I had already done my research to find out that parking was free for the first 4 hours if you saw a movie. What I didn't know is that we'd wind up paying for parking anyway:

Me: "I'd like two tickets to the 9:35 showing of Walk the Line."
Ticket Guy: "OK. That will be $18."
Me: (hands over credit card) "Uh, did you say $18?!"
Ticket Guy: "Yes sir. Going to the movies sure has changed."
Me: (mutters) "I guess I paid for the parking anyway."

I nearly crapped my pants when I realized a movie is $9 for adults down there! Granted, it is a very nice theatre with very comfortable seats and its close to the house, but that's an expensive movie by Atlanta standards.

Steph and I head inside, grab some popcorn and sit down for the show. Two people sit next to us after asking us if we can move to squeeze them in to our row. Of course there were plenty of other seats available that they could have sat in. Whatever, we're nice.

Movie starts.

Next door neighbors (the ones who asked us to move) start talking.

Movie soundtrack gets louder.

Next door neighbors talk louder.

I start giving them the look that says "Shut the hell up, I just paid $18 to see the movie, not listen to you yack!".

Phone rings. Next door neighbor picks up the phone and starts talking.

I reach over, smack the guy on the knee and ask him to kindly shut the hell up. He doesn't.

This went on for the ENTIRE movie. Unfuckingbelievable.

Despite the ass-clown who sat next to us, the movie was great. I just wish I could have heard the movie instead of the jerk-off next to us.