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May. 17th, 2005 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhienellethSo we're seeing Star Wars Friday night, since we both work during the week and Mark teaches his martial arts classes on Wed and Thurs nights, making it nigh impossible for us to see it on either night without calling in sick the next day. (Due to his class hours, we'd be pretty much limited to the midnight show, which has been sold out since hours after ticket sales began.)
Mark knows all this. We had entire conversations about it, in which he said the midnight show would not work, and agreed to see it Friday night with a friend of ours who lives afar but will be in town this weekend to see the movie in a decent theater. (He is a SW FANATIC in the most extreme possible meaning of the word.) So we had dinner with friends Sunday night, and the movie came up, and they asked us if we were seeing it opening night. Mark said yes just as I said no, and he stopped and looked at me with this horrified expression and said "We're not??!" I explained about the Wednesday-Friday night conversation we had back when I bought tickets, and the fact that we were seeing it with Kim, who won't even be in town until Friday. Somehow, Mark interpreted all of that to mean "opening night" back when we talked. Um, no. So now he's all depressed and upset, because he's apparently "seen every Star Wars movie on opening night since the first one" when he was only three years old.
*sigh* Men are such high maintenance.
Mark knows all this. We had entire conversations about it, in which he said the midnight show would not work, and agreed to see it Friday night with a friend of ours who lives afar but will be in town this weekend to see the movie in a decent theater. (He is a SW FANATIC in the most extreme possible meaning of the word.) So we had dinner with friends Sunday night, and the movie came up, and they asked us if we were seeing it opening night. Mark said yes just as I said no, and he stopped and looked at me with this horrified expression and said "We're not??!" I explained about the Wednesday-Friday night conversation we had back when I bought tickets, and the fact that we were seeing it with Kim, who won't even be in town until Friday. Somehow, Mark interpreted all of that to mean "opening night" back when we talked. Um, no. So now he's all depressed and upset, because he's apparently "seen every Star Wars movie on opening night since the first one" when he was only three years old.
*sigh* Men are such high maintenance.
