Glory Days

This is going to be a lighter post, due to my fatigue from waking up at 5 a.m. with a headache this morning (and the dogs waking me up at 6 a.m. over the weekend).

I met up with my gal pals from our popcorn-schlepping days at the movie theatre way back when, Ana and Denise (or as I like to call them, Ayna and Squirt).

I made them pose for this picture so I could get a shot of this chick in the background in the pink shirt. I even added a white circle in case you had any problems finding her. She is why women should watch what they drink in public, for she had joined that table and suddenly started screeching out "no, no, no, no, no" with her arms flailing about. Her guy companion said something and she shut up, but unfortunately before I could whip the digi cam out and try to catch it on video, so we had to settle for for the still shot. But, at least you get to see Ana's glittery breasts.


Looky, looky what I found...here's a picture of Ana and me goofing off while the movies were in session one day. I think I was probably 19 here and she was 18. As you can see, we not only sported these stylish uniforms in polyester, but apparently suffered from penis envy. I just realized that I've proven how my natural hair color really is Diet Pepsi Brown. Admit it, you are so wanting us right out of this photo (yes, even you women).



More things we did during the movies, so now you know what your ushers and concessionaires were up to. This was the promo for Another Stakeout in 1992 and that would be Denise on the bottom and me in the middle. We really were cool, weren't we? Actually, I do miss those days of working in the theatre, for we bonded quite a bit. After work, we'd go to the beach at night and light bonfires. One end-of-the-summer party was on a beach, where we all slept out on the sand and woke up just in time to watch the sunrise. Probably something I'll never do again, or at least not like that.

Movie-going advice that came to mind as I've been walking down memory lane:

1. Know what film you're going to see before you actually reach the box office window. I could never understand why people would suddenly turn to their date and say "wait, now what are we seeing?"

2. If you leave your shit under your seat when you leave, don't bitch about how long it takes ushers to clean up after the show (by the way, the messiest movie I ever worked was when I broke my movie-working cherry on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2).

3. Standing in the back of the theatre watching us sweep in an effort to get us to move faster will only make us go slower.

4. There's no point in asking us if the food is fresh because we're always going to say "yes," even if it's yesterday's left-overs.

5. I know some might think they're clever with buying a child's ticket for an adult, but we're really not that stupid...or gullible.

6. The term "sold out" means there aren't any more tickets to the show. It's pretty straight-forward.

7. The people working there making minimum wage really have nothing to do with the price gouging for tickets and snacks, so bitching to them about it while you compromise your so-called principles and buy the shit, isn't going to do any good.

8. Refunds are not given out just because you don't like the movie. There's no lemon law when it comes to films. Write your Congressman if you have an problem with this and other important issues, like healthcare and genocide in Africa.

Did I forget anything?

*Da Boss, but did you really not know?