Today was busier than I like my Saturdays to be.
In fact, this whole week has been remarkably busy - between BOLO and socializing and the gym and appointments (dentist, insurance, hair), it seems like it has been ages since I've had a chance to just sit. (This is inaccurate, of course. Most of last weekend involved not doing much.)
When Toy Story 3 came out, Wanda and I wanted to go see it. Tonight is the first time we were both free.
Before I saw it, I heard that it was good but everyone I know who saw it also said that they'd cried.
Now, I've been known to cry at cell phone commercials, so I was kind of expecting that I might have a similar issue.
The other thing I'd heard (from my niece) is that she liked the part with the potato head. That ... kind of puzzled me. Potato head has been in all of the movies - what could he do in this one that was so special?
Anyway, tonight we went to the theatre, bought our tickets, received our 3-D glasses, and took our seats.
The movie started, and I was ... kind of confused, at first. Eventually I figured out what was going on and started to get into the movie. (I should mention that it's a darker movie than the others - at one point, I compared it to a toy horror movie. Definitely scary for younger kids.)
Once the horror movie part was over, things started to resolve themselves. That's when we got to the crying.
Now, there have been a lot of movies were I might have been a little teary, but this one - I was crying for minutes. Tears running down my face, the whole works.
With, might I remind you, 3-D glasses over top of regular glasses. At that point, one or both of the glasses started fogging up.
It would have been funny to watch, let me tell you.
Luckily, they did some funny stuff over the credits, so I had time to compose myself.
(And the part with Mr. Potato Head was hilarious.)
23 hours ago