Plushy Seats

We didn’t know what we were doing.

It was the first time we were going to a movie theater where people served you food.

This was why we stopped downstairs and picked up popcorn and nachos just in case the food that was served was the snooty rich people kind.

This was also why the people upstairs kept giving us odd looks as we settled down at a table and waited for our theater to open.

“Why are people giving us weird looks?” Tom asked as he munched on a chip.

“I don’t know. Do I have anything on my face?” I patted my cheeks with a napkin. I’ve been known to be a messy eater. Perhaps I had a trail of cheese across my nose.

“No. You’re good,” Tom promised. “Are we supposed to be eating already?”

I shrugged.

We were having a date night since Tom’s Mom was visiting. There is a theater by our house called The Warren and we kept hearing how people served you food on the balcony. And booze. Plus, you had to be 21 or older so that meant no annoying family with annoying kids would settle down beside us.

“Can I get you something to eat…er…something else to eat?” a waiter asked, coming over to us. He stared at our nachos and popcorn in confusion.

I flipped through the menu. “Cheese fries, please.”

Mmmm. I love cheese fries.

“I really don’t think we were supposed to bring food up here,” Tom whispered.

The waiter dropped off the cheese fries a few minutes later and they looked amazing.

“Or theater is open,” Tom said, so we gathered up all our food and walked over. We handed the lady our tickets and she stared at our food and went, “Did you bring me a snack? You know we serve you in here, right?”

Oops.

No wonder we were given strange looks.

Oh, well.

We were shown to our seats. Big, plushy seats!

“So if you want anything else, you push this button and someone will take your order,” we were told. “Plus, here’s the button for the seat warmer.”

A seat warmer!

It was perfect for me because I tend to get cold in movie theaters.

We munched on our food and I flipped through the menu. They had an array of delicious desserts. Mmm..

“They do serve popcorn up here,” I said, pointing. I hadn’t been sure.

“Can I take a picture?” I said, digging into my purse and pulling out my phone. No one else around us was taking a picture. And holy crap, some person a few rows down ordered CHAMPAGNE!

I took a quick picture because people kept tossing us baffled looks.

What? Don’t people take photos of their plushy seats?

I mean, we paid $18 EACH to sit in one so dangit, I was going to photograph it.

We ended up ordering dessert. I excitedly pushed the button for a waiter. Man, this must be how rich people feel. Or something.

I ordered a banana split and Tom got a malt. We ate our dessert while the new Sherlock Holmes played.

Would we go back? For sure.

Next time, I’m ordering a burger.