Saturday, May 19, 2012
My daughter and I are going to see the Avengers tonight. I'm starving. I may have to sneak in some pizza or something. Although that could be messy. I could probably buy a whole pizza for what they charge for popcorn. It's crazy, isn't it, what you pay just to see a stupid movie? It will be matinee prices, so that's $7.50 each. I remember when matinee prices were a dollar.
Anyway, back to the Avengers. At first I thought it was a movie based on that British TV show years ago . . . remember, the one with Emma Peel. I loved that show. But I realize now that it's about superheroes . . . Captain America, Iron Man . . . I'm sure you knew already that. Anyway, as soon as I realized that none of the Avengers in this movie would have an accent, I started thinking about superheroes and which one I would want to be.
I've always had this thing about flying. When I was little I always fantasized about having a magic carpet and flying about. And once my friend and I thought that if we had enough balloons, we could go sailing in the sky. So, I definitely would need to be a flying superhero.
As far as my costume, no spandex . . . please, no spandex. And no pointy metal bra. Other than that, I'm not picky. Except, no yellow. I don't look good in yellow.
Anyway, I'm off now to the bank to take out a loan so I can go to the movies. Cherrio.