Hey All!
Just wanted to share this. It's a bit off topic but I figured maybe some could use the smiles.....
....Yesterday hubby and I discovered the Fountain of Youth.
If you're wondering where it's located, it's at the AMC30 Cinema on Hall Road and Mound (just in case anyone's coming to visit the Motor City or environs anytime soon).
Yep! I'm telling you no lies! The Fountain of Youth!
There hubby and I were slurping our Cherry Coke slushies and eating from our bucket of AMC popcorn which we purchased by securing a small bank loan. We were sitting suffering through inane movie theater trivia while we waited to see "Gran Torino" starring Clint Eastwood.
So hubby looks at me and says in his still barely detectable southern, "Bay-bee, yew notice anything unsual about the audience?"
I squinted to adjust to the dimmed lights and then took a look around. Hubby was right! He and I were the only ones in the full-to-capacity theater who had brown/red hair!! Everyone else there had one of the following 3 shades: Distinguished Silver, Snowy-Egret White or Little Ol' Lady Blue.
(Well...that's not entirely true. There was a guy in his early 30's there wearing an NRA hat on his head, a camoflage jacket and sporting a scraggly long red beard with popcorn in it. He was there with a white-haired lady I assumed was his mother - or an elderly aunt maybe.)
Yessiree! From one side of the aisle to the other....from the bottom row to the top....we were surrounded by septegenarians, octagenarians....all sorts of "arians"!!! Hubby cupped his hands to his eyes and said "I think I see my gran'pah down they-ah in the front row!" (Gramps is 97 and would need to be in the front row just to see the movie)
We were both elated!!! We'd just taken years off our life - and all without the help of plastic surgery!! We were the youngest ones there!! We were young whipper-snappers barely out of our teens compared to everyone else!!
After the movie was over, hubby and I held hands and skipped out of the the theater like Frankie and Annette on a date at the drive-in!!
Of course, actually getting
out of the cinema proper proved to be a time-consuming exercise. Hubby walked along fidgeting, cursing beneath his breath, teeth floating (he had to use the facilities), while we waited for the old folks in front of us to move along with their canes and walkers. Hubby whispered to me, "Bay-bee I ain't never seen no one actually use them cinema handrails before! They holdin on to 'em for dear life!"
By the time we'd reached the main area of the cinema, hubby was turning 10 shades of purple!! I tell ya folks, there's nothing like watching a grown 6' 5" 330 lb. man running for the toidey yelling "get out of my way!!" to bring a smile to one's face.
Sadly, the effect of the Fountain didnt' last.
When we got home our youngest daughter got into a conversation with us about Linkin Park. She was shocked that we knew who they were. "You know who they are!
You guys!" she said with huge, shocked eyes. Then she says, "But you guys are old! You like that Rick Jagger guy!"
Sigh...we were feeling our age there for a minute but never fear...we have the cure!!
We're going back to see Gran Torino tomorrow!
Only as someone in here suggested, we're bringing Depens next time for hubby. That wait in line after the show was a killer on his bladder!
