At the Cinema…

I went to the cinema with a friend this evening.  It was one of those newer cinemas with pre-assigned seating.  I have a love/hate relationship with this service.  The love part is that you are guaranteed a seat before you even walk in the door.  The hate part is that there are people who will be guaranteed a seat right next to you.  This film was not too full and I had some vapid bitch pick seats right next to me with what was apparently a first date.  She was fawning all over this guy and talking non-stop.  One benefit of this arrangement was I got to catch tidbits of her verbal diarrhea:

“What can i say?  My obessession with the Muppets as a child was quite intense.”

At a Party…

“I’m generally pretty wary of anyone who spends time online or at the club… I just need to figure out how I can find normal gay guys who are sitting at home on their couches too.”

While Cooking…

“Apparently your range has all sorts of settings like ‘considering warming your food’. In my parents house, growing up, the range was this push-button dealie with like five settings. If you wanted a certain temperature that the buttons didn’t give you, you had to sit and flip between two of them.

It felt like I was Uhura just trying to make pancakes.”