Oh so I was awesome today.
Usually I don’t say that. Ever. But. Go with me on this.
Sitting watching Brave, not a hugely full cinema; mixture of kids, students and parents. Opening has just passed, everyone is sat quietly watching- except two guys about five seats away to the left of me. Twenty odd. Not loud but just, freaking talking. LIKE DUDE SERIOUSLY NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW IF MERIDA LOOKS LIKE YOUR THIRD COUSIN JUST WATCH THE BLOODY MOVIE. You can see people are getting a bit ticked off but Canadians are so polite that if they bump into each other they can cause a temporal space rift from the sheer density of apologies that results so it’s not like anyone is going to do anything.
I had printed off my ticket after buying it online instead of buying it at the booth.
Projectile weaponry acquired. Mildly cranky British animator mode engaged. Target locked.
I swear to god I have never felt such satisfaction in lobbing a screwed up piece of paper at some random guy’s head. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever had aim that good in my life either. I didn’t even say anything when he looked over, I just did a double handed gesture at the screen and he sort of shrank a bit and nodded.
Did I feel guilty? Incrementally.
Did I feel like a total badass? HELL, YES, HELL FUCKING YES.
MY GOD I WOULD HAVE NEVER HAD THE NERVE TO PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT TWO YEARS AGO AND LOOK AT ME NOW.