It was the my second best idea ever. The first being, me getting married to The Dude.
After walking up and down the mall for a couple of hours, in my high heels, I decided it was time for me to take a breather. I got myself a ticket to watch Brave.
I stepped into the screening area and found that I was all alone.
There was no other soul in sight. Unless they were invisible.
It was the most exciting feeling to have the screen all to myself, no distractions, no heads poking in front of me, no whispered comments to listen to other than my own.
I loved the movie, it was a real tearjerker. Happy tears, not the sad kind. It was about fate, family, relationships, immaturity, wrong choices, unspoken feelings, rebellion and happy endings. It was a movie not based on grey areas, the constant struggle to live a fulfilling life, reality, sadness and death. It was about a red-headed princess with an untamed mane of hair who makes mistakes and emerges a hero. Fantasy! How would I have survived without you?!
I yelled, I cried, I sobbed, I threw stuff in the air to catch them again. I even did a dance when the scary bear was defeated in the end, whose soul thanked the red-headed rebellious princess on it's way to the light. I cooed at the triplets and made coochie-coo sounds that they couldn't hear. I sat inappropriately, slurped my slushie loudly and laughed as if my life depended on it. I even cat-called, booed and chanted at appropriate times.
It was just what the doctor ordered.
I stepped out of the place with half a dozen used tissues and feeling as happy as my neighbor's dog Tara on the day she gets her favorite munchies.
**This is not a movie review. The picture is borrowed from imdb.com, I did not take a picture of me watching the movie in the theater all alone as proof, because I do not want to get arrested. Not yet.