When we found out that the books were being movie-tized, we both were so excited that we possibly could have wet ourselves...who knows...and then we ate food till we were in a Hunger Games coma.
A dentist in town always reserves a few theaters and sells tickets for showings hours in advance of the midnight showing. Our neighbors are flipping radical and always get us tickets, so we got our matchy-matchy on down to the theater and watched the heck out of that movie. PS. It was so good. We've tried to go back and watch it, but we're not about to wait in lines for movies again, so we haven't been successful in our attempts. Not to worry. Our obsession will soon be quenched when we see it forty-three more times. PPS. I spelled forty wrong and I got spell-fixed. It looks weird not being fourty.
How could I forget that J shaped his usually so-hot beard into a spic stache the morning of the movie!?
It was frightening waking up to that surprise.
We is a fine looking group of obsessive, married peoples. But that's why we don't see it at midnight.