The Entourage
Odin and I decide to avoid the weekend movie crowd and opt to see a flick on a Wednesday. I highly recommend this if you can; you get the theater to yourself, fresh popcorn, and no lines.
Our theater was virtually empty, a few other couples that also escaped mundane primetime television and a few solos that probably couldn’t get their ladies to sit through a pseudo-kung fu movie. (Maybe didn’t tell them that Jason Statham was in the film – that pretty much did it for me.)
Minutes before the lengthy previews, a crowd of ‘rowdy’ teenagers came in and planted themselves in the front rows. Cheering and jeering at each preview and commercial. Okay, they weren’t that bad, but they weren’t subtle.
As we were leaving and reflecting on the special effects; the teenagers loudly gave their reviews of the flick, which I happen to agree with – yes, Statham could have taken off his shirt a bit more.
Anyhow, as we walked to the car, a security detail with blacked-out Suburbans and towncars pulled up. Odin and I joked about who may be still shopping at ten o’clock at night.
To our surprise, we watched the ‘rowdy’ teenagers pile into the SUV’s.
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