I took my four little cousins to the movies tonight. We saw 50 First Dates and it was really funny. Here’s a synopsis of the evening:
We left the house around eight and headed to the drug store to buy some candy. We brought along my old Roxy messenger bag for food-smuggling purposes. I felt sort of like I was chaperoning a class trip — I made sure to count four heads on the way in and on the way out of the store. After purchasing two large Hershey bars, peanut butter cups, Twix, several sodas, and this month’s Cosmo (with Julia Stiles on the cover), we got back in the car and strategically placed the items into the smuggling bag. We made four wrong turns, but finally headed in the general direction of the movie theater. We even got to see an overturned vehicle in the middle of the road on the way there — there was an accident or something.
After we bought the tickets, and herded ourselves to the movie-food counter, Franky (the youngest cousin – age 8) and I had a bit of a popcorn dispute. He said we needed a large popcorn, but I said we needed a small. We ordered a small and went to sit down. We were about 20 minutes early, so Kristin and I passed out the smuggled food and drinks and Franky and I started eating our popcorn. After a few handfuls, Franky grabbed my hand and said, “No more popcorn until the movie starts.” I really wanted to eat more — it was good popcorn. I didn’t like this plan, but lost the argument. Several minutes passed and I got frustrated with the no-more-popcorn-til-the-movie-starts rule, so I trudged back out to the lobby to buy another small popcorn. I then proceeded to eat the entire bag, and Franky ate his whole bag, too. (Note: The point of sharing a small popcorn with Franky was so that neither of us would eat an entire bag — hell, I had just gotten done saying I wasn’t going to eat any popcorn at all.)
The movie was funny. Go see it.
In the car on the way home, Franky started whining that his stomach hurt because he ate too much popcorn. Go figure.
I’m sure my night was much more amusing that I’ve been able to make it sound, but I am exhausted. Living with four little cousins requires more energy than you think. For instance, you wouldn’t think that eating tacos would make you dizzy, but when you eat tacos with four little cousins and two of their friends, it is very possible you will become somewhat dizzy just trying to keep track of all the places a clump of chopped meat has landed. The screaming about which boy down the street is hotter and which taco shells are better doesn’t help. However, there are times that the screaming is good — like tonight when I said we were going to the movies, Franky asked which one. “50 First Dates,” I said. After that I think he screamed, “ADAM SANDLER!!!” as he jumped from the armrest of the chair onto my head. While somewhat painful, it was definitely entertaining, and I think he was attempting a hug-like gesture, so I felt extremely appreciated.
As you can see, living with four little cousins has its ups and downs. For now, they’re all in bed, and it’s quiet (except for the hamster — I think its eating or something — and I do believe I can hear the music from a Gameboy Advance coming from someone’s room), but I’m sure by 8:00 tomorrow morning, it will all begin again. I’d better get some sleep while I can.
