Fine, I'll Date Myself (Hunger Games Date)

I have been worried for a couple days about the night-out we have planned later this week. Cavalia went okay over the weekend because we had tickets to an afternoon show. Key. Getting home at 6 instead of leaving at 6. The husband also was then forced to take an actual entire day off of work. Which right now is rare to say the least.

I even went so far as to try to get the hubby to cancel our next circled date on the calendar, but he refused. I was really cool about it, and up until the minute we go out later this week, I am totally fine canceling. He's already overdoing it at work. It's not a big deal - I would rather him actually just have a night off at home at this point.

Last Wednesday, he actually said, "Hey, I've worked 80 hours in the past seven days!" Like it not only surprised him but sort of pleased him.

In my head, he then did an imaginary blow on his knuckles and pretended to shine them on his invisible lapel.

I knew he'd been working a lot, but hell. I tried again to get him to reconsider. No luck.

In fact, at some point, he went on a tangent about how I should buy Hunger Games tickets for a night this week (you know, one of the other four nights this work week when we're not going to be out and about). "Lets go see the 7 o'clock show on the Mega Screen!"

A-hem. I said something along the lines of, "Listen, Crazy Pants, no."

One night out during the week for us is practically unheard of... Even during his easier weeks at work. Going full speed ahead, he wanted to go ahead and do TWO nights. This from the man who hasn't even read the book and is going solely on my desire to see the movie, plain and simple. He doesn't even want to see that movie, to be honest. He just wanted to take me because of how damn excited I am about it.

I refused this offer, of course. I figured if I wanted to go bad enough, I would go while he was at work.

So this morning, I got up, and I thought, "I'm doing this thing!"

I said, "Hi, Pretty Lady!" in the mirror, and convinced myself to go out with... Myself.

*Insert awesome pick up line here*

I made the mistake of also saying, "Hey, Self, go early and see if you can find a white jacket while you're on that side of town. You are totally allowed to go into whatever store you want." Which led to me going into the I-should-never-go-in-there Dressbarn and finding WAY too much stuff. White jacket included. It was a very enjoyable-for-me, horrific-for-the-bank-account morning.

By the time I got to the theater, I was all, "Woooooo! One ticket to The Hunger Games on the Mega Screen, please!"

I had to stop myself from doing a little happy dance. Which I think would have freaked out the poor young blond girl working the ticket counter. Since it was just us in the ghost town of a theater.

Hi, first showing on a Monday morning! I don't like people! We're meant to be! 

*Grits teeth and squeals*

HUNGER GAMES!

I even got a popcorn and pop, which I never do. Yes, please put four gallons of butter and 3 cups of salt in my gigantic popcorn bag (but I refused the bucket! So points for that!) and, um, a Diet Pepsi? Because they then cancel each other out.

Just what I should do. Drink more Diet Pepsi than would fit into my bathtub while watching a 2 1/2 hour movie. Hi, Bladder. So you're messing with me again, are you? Yeah. Okay. It's not like I don't know what is happening on the screen. I did just read the book.

Anyway, me and about 10 other people, many of whom were much older men by themselves, settled in for the movie. Creepy much? Story about children and their gory, gory deaths? Or flip that coin and you get a teen love triangle. Yeah, I don't know which way I would even want that to land.

Oooooo, how can I say anything? I'm there on a date with myself.

The movie was great, although I think having read the book is what made it great. Probably decent on its own, though. While I wait for books 2 and 3 to get here from Amazon, I think I'm actually going to re-read book 1. That's a first for me. I want to re-read things but wanting doesn't equal doing. Even with good intentions, it's usually many years between the first and next readings if they actually happen.

Well, the husband called after I got home to say he'll be very late tonight. Again.

Just you and me, Self.

Twinkie for supper?

Oh, Self.

Catch up on some DVRed crap the hubby could care less about on the tv?

Oh, you know me so well, Self.

It's sad how we're such a perfect, perfect match.

You'd think I'd get sick of me. Nope.

Although the day does make me appreciate an actual other person wanting to spend time with me and taking me out and about. Or just coming home to me. Good guy, that one.

I'm going to just keep him fed, try to make him get enough sleep, and wait for things to calm down.

Until then, if I need to be entertained, I can manage.