A Party of One Ticket for One
This is a love letter to myself.
When I was younger, I often wanted to go to the movies, but no one would come with me. I was young, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. So I started going alone. I saw everything. I remember seeing The Bodyguard twice by myself, and I loved it so much I didn’t care that I was the only one in my row who knew all the words to “I Will Always Love You” under my breath.
Then life happened. Movies became animated. Making sure everyone used the bathroom before the movie started. Making sure the kiddos had their snack boxes. Well, you get the gist. And with all that, I grew up right along with my kids.
Fast forward to the present: one is in college, and the other is in high school, and neither one wants to hang with Mom. Oh, and hubby doesn’t like witchy movies.
So what is this woman supposed to do?
Wait for it to come out on a streaming service?
I think not.
I bought a ticket and went by myself. It felt so freeing, just like it did when I was younger, before having kids.
