Last night I went to the movies with LuckySevens. This is probably the third time I’ve been to the movies since January of 2004, when I took Captain Jelly Belly to the last of our Mommy And Baby Movie Afternoons to see one of the Lord Of The Rings movies and he crawled under my chair and I couldn’t get him out because he was stuck to the floor in a puddle of sticky half-dried pop. Ah, good times, good times.

We went to see Dan In Real Life, which I loved. It has everything that appeals to me in a movie — a mixture of comedy and drama; emotional, heartfelt ending; adult siblings interacting with each other in a holiday setting; and parents and their children in mostly functional relationships. It’s a romantic comedy but it’s not formulaic at all, and it’s sweet and true-to-life. It also scared the crap out of me in terms of having teenagers some day. Yikes.

Anyway, we paid for the movie ticket, which was $10.50 at the AMC, a price that I do not think has changed since the AMC opened about 8 years ago. And then we went to get snacks, because a night out for us is seriously at least 50% about the quality of the snacks — we’d never get a consistent turnout to girls’ night poker if it weren’t for the high quality snacks.

I got a medium popcorn and it was $6.25. $6.25!! I couldn’t get over it. I went on and on and on about it. It was unbelievable! Highway robbery! Why, I remembered when a medium popcorn AND a coke was $2! And that was expensive even then!

And the kid behind the counter, who was easily at least 20 years younger than me, rolled his eyes like, “Lady, I’ve heard it before, and why can’t you senior citizens just bring your own prune juice and tapioca pudding for snacks and be done with it?”

Then I realised that I am officially an Old Fart.

It really was a good movie, though.