The Plan Worked Anyway
Friday, December 9th, 2005 at 4:39 pm · 16 views
After I wrote yesterday’s entry I calmed myself down and realized that I too, need to work on being more understanding. I called JT back and told him that we were going to see The Chronicles of Narnia even if we had to pay without the discount. The snow was coming down somewhat fast and it didn’t make sense to have JT pick up the twins then drive over to the theatre and buy the tickets in advance. I decided that ordering the tickets online at MovieWatchers.com was the best thing for us.
The weather was bone-chilling this morning, something like 5 degrees, but really anything below 30 degrees means that it is too damn cold to be outside. I made every attempt to get the children’s things together as well as myself so I could ride with JT to work but things didn’t turn out quite right. Around 7:30am, the children were dressed and ready but JT wasn’t so William Nathaniel, Keisha Nicole and I had to watch Arthur together. JT and the twins left home about 7:50am. Considering I had not yet picked out my clothes, neither bathed nor bought the movie tickets, I knew that I would not make the 7:58am bus. Another problem that I faced was that I had no clue where my MovieWatcher cards were. I looked everywhere; my Big Dog bag, purse and laptop purse but I couldn’t find them. I was certain that JT had the cards, so I called him a few minutes after 8:00am. I often place blame on JT when I just know that I didn’t lose or break the item in question. Don’t most relationships work like that?
I called JT and I explained how I searched up and down, high and low for the cards. I gave a detailed narrative of how he must have them and when we saw Harry Potter he paid for the tickets so I had to have given him my cards for the discount. Yeah everything was all good (JT even listened without interrupting) until JT said well baby, “I wouldn’t have used the cards at Ronnie’s because that isn’t an AMC theatre. I felt belittled because he got me good that time. I was absolutely certain he had them, but alas he didn’t. I hung up frustrated… to say the least.
Time was ticking and I decided to search through the bags one more time. I dumped all of my stuff (contrary to what JT says, my things are categorized as stuff and not crap or shit) on the couch and frantically sorted through everything. Eventually, I found the two AMC cards in the Big Dog bag. I chuckled to myself and said, “Wow, he was right.”
I rushed upstairs to order the tickets from my desktop (for some reason, I still can’t get my network printing to work from the laptop to the Epson printer upstairs. Initially, I was worried because I thought you had to order the tickets eight hours in advanced. I never found out the exact timeframe, but I successfully ordered two adult tickets at matinee price $11.00 total. When you order online and enter your AMC MovieWatcher card number(s), the processing fee of $1.00 per ticket is waived. What I thought would cost about $18.00 ended up only costing $11.00.
I don’t know how but with fifteen minutes to spare, I cleaned myself up, got clean clothes out of the dryer, loaded up my purse, put on layers of clothes and my coat, rushed out of the house, looked down the street, saw the bus and caught the bus on time. Now if only I could move this fast… everyday.
The half day at work went by very fast and I was thankful for that. I caught the MetroLink and a bus to the doctor. The appointment went well, but it confirmed that I do not like female doctors. I find female doctors highly insensitive. Unfortunately my regular doctor who is a sensitive MALE was not available. JT picked me up from the doctor’s office and we went over to Esquire theatre. The movie was good, but I think it could have been better. I just can’t put my finger on what could have been better. I think I went in expecting the movie to be full of drama and action like the LOTR series.
After it was all said and done, I’m happy that my appointment went well and that JT and I had an opportunity to spend well-deserved time together.
