So I haven’t written in awhile. I guess that’s because life has been pretty dull.

I’ve been working for the cooking ladies regularly, meaning Tuesday-Friday 9-5. It’s nice to be able to get out of the house and feel like I have a purpose, but it’s also DULL. No internet connection, and very very few customers. Often only 1 per hour.

So I end up doing other things to occupy my time. I watch movies, read books, and mess around writing my book. I haven’t gotten too far. It’s hard to write it, because I’m not yet sure if it’s even good enough for people to want to read. Everyone I give it to to read has a strong emotional reaction to it, but that’s just because they were there for the experience. I don’t know if the storyline is good enough for an outside reader, or if the writing is smooth enough. It may just end up being a nice (long) keepsake.

So last week CL came to visit me at the store and told me that she thought we should go see Hannah Montana. I know, I know, WHY? I have no idea. But we decided we were going to bring Ashley, Katie, and Ryan to see it. Who are, by the way, in the appropriate tween age group for the movie.

Friday night rolls around and CL and I head over to pick up the kids. We end up with those three and Katie’s friend. It’s really the perfect excuse to go see the movie.

We get inside the theater, and it’s packed. Not to mention that I think besides parents, CL and I are the oldest people in there. Ashley finds some of her friends and ends up sitting with them in the back. Katie and her friend sit in front of us, and Ryan in front of them, alone, but too embarrassed to be seen with the old people.

The previews begin, and I cannot believe the amount of talking that’s going on. I mean, we’re talking dull roar. Kids aren’t even trying to whisper, just having full on conversations. I begin to wonder if this was the best decision, since we obviously don’t belong here.

As the movie starts I’m finally able to relax. The kiddies quiet down; silence is definitely not on the agenda tonight, but at least they’re making an attempt at whispering. The movie is alright, very feel good, family friendly, nothing to write home about.

About 20 minutes into it I realize that we chose the wrong seats. The kids behind us are little terrors, clapping obnoxiously during musical scenes and arguing loudly about who knows what. I want to pull them outside by their ears and teach them some manners. Instead I try to ignore them.

Fast forward to the end of the movie. You know, that feel good moment when everything works out just like you knew it was going to and Miley Cyrus gets to sing that song that’s been on the radio lately. So she gets onstage and starts to sing, and wouldn’t you know it, there’s a little choir in the theater. I almost can’t stand it. It’s like we’re at a concert or something! And as if it couldn’t get any worse, these kids pull out their phones and start waving them in the air!

I almost can’t hear the rest of the movie because the munchkins behind us are practically shouting in my ear. But it ends, thank goodness. In the hallway afterward I thank my kids for not being irritating.

So that’s the story of our trip back in time. I felt like I was in 6th grade again, only the kids seem way more annoying.

I was absolutely aghasted. Note to self- NEVER go to a tweeny movie on opening day again. EVER.