It was a very hot week last week. My son, husband, and I decided to go to a movie at mid-day. We have air conditioning in the house. I showered and dressed for air conditioning. I wore a t shirt and pants, due to my age. I brought a sweater because I do get chilled if there is air conditioning that is too cool.

My husband bought the tickets which are so expensive I looked at my son and looked at the concession counter and shook my head. People were going into the theater despite the signs on the doors that indicated a fire hazard. We went into the theater as well. My husband sat on my left side and my son sat on my right side.

It took forever for the screen to show anything. People milled around the theater. Some left before the first coming attraction film came onto the screen. After five of these we were hot, not cool, whatsoever, and not entertained. I had to pee, and was honestly hungry. The woman sitting next to my husband was very overweight, so my husband leaned my way and I tried to make myself thinner. His arm was sweaty and it stuck to my left arm. Our son knew how to adjust the seats in the expensive theater. I soon had my legs elevated and my back reclined. The previews were still being shown. I fell asleep.

When my son saw me asleep he adjusted my seat again to be fully upright with my legs down. I was in a correct military position. There was a twenty something year old on the other side of my son who was hyperactive. He lurched forward over the seatbacks of the row in front of us. He stood up and sat down for no apparent reason. His little daughter asked him for ice water and he levitated out of our row somehow and returned with a glass of ice water for her. This made me want ice water and gin and tonic and steak and lobster with a baked potato and sour cream and butter and a nice piece of cake for dessert…a birthday cake, and a hot fudge sundae, and I recalled that I had to pee and I was hot and there were still previews on the screen. My husband fidgeted and he never fidgets.

However, the main event screen took the stage and I managed to elevate my legs. I wanted to see the damned dinosaurs. I looked at my husband and he was not enthusiastic at all. He was watching the people in the audience. It 98 degrees in the theater. People were leaving as the movie was starting.

My husband does not give a shit about dinosaurs. He stayed because he saw that I like dinosaur movies, all seven of them. I read the books as well.

The heat wave broke today and we have our air conditioner off. The windows are open and there is a breeze! I am hungry and am going to find something to eat in the kitchen and oh, I am going to go pee. Life is good. My husband and son were  given voucher tickets for withstanding the heat…for two more movies each!