Harumph

You wanna know what sucks? When you want to break the rules and your plan is working smoothly and you get right to the point of achieving... and things outside of your control defeat you. We planned to play a little hooky today. First, a confession. There is something I have to tell you about me and Jeff. Something we enjoy doing that others may not understand or approve of. But something that is almost a foundation of our relationship. It started when we were dating and we still are addicted to... Teen movies. Yup. Movies made for teens and the younger set. Movies that people our age aren't supposed to be interested in. From Bring It On and 10 Things I Hate About You to classics like Sixteen Candles and Can't Buy Me Love and Weird Science. Heck, even TV shows like Degrassi (old and new), 90210 (old and new), and so on. And most recently... Disney tween/teen flicks. Camp Rock. Minute Men. And, of course, High School Musical. And HSM 2. You see where this is going, maybe? Today is the big screen debut of HSM3: Senior Year. The other 2 aired solely on the Disney channel. And today was the big opening of the final installment. So we made a plan. It started innocently enough. I had called Jeff to see if he would be near home and then heading this way because I left my gym bag at home and hoped he'd be able to swing it by. And we started talking... It's fall break for a lot of schools in the area so lots of office types are on vacation. Including my boss and Jeff's boss. Jeff was no where near home so he couldn't easily bring me my bag... and it just so happened that a local theatre was showing HSM3 at 11:00. He rushed to get here. I jumped in the car and off we flew. The parking lot was packed and our hearts sunk a bit. Rushed in, cutting off a couple families of tweens on the way, using our size and stride to our advantage. And as we hit the line... the display changed from 11:00 to those heartbreaking words... SOLD OUT. If I was Teagan, I would have been crying and whining and pouting and screaming. Sometimes I admire her abandon. No 2 hour lunch for me. Just as well, I suppose. So we went to a new-to-us pizza place for lunch and then hit Old Navy to find some fall clothes for Zach. So a productive lunch all the same. And good company. But... my inner 3 year old is still having a bit of a meltdown, clinging to my stuffed Elmo, snot pouring down my face...