A Night Out

Last night, thanks to my gracious husband, I was able to go out with a friend to dinner and a movie. It was really in honor of both of our birthdays which happen to only be week a part and being a fellow chick-type person, I knew she would be a perfect companion to finally see The Proposal with. In thinking about the movie, I had decided that nothing sounded better than scrunching down in a semi-comfortable seat in a cool theater and eating a slice of cheese cake. Thinking of nicer theaters, I knew that they were against the outside food thing. So, in comes the plan. We swung by Cheesecake Factory and picked up two pieces of cheesecake for us to smuggle into the theater. I had figured that if I removed everything from the bag I could fit two of their cheesecake containers. Of course, I order the 20th anniversary thing just to try something different and instead of a cheesecake container it comes in this huge platter size dish. Great. So, my friend is on her own with her cheesecake because I have to figure out how to fit a dinner plate into my purse. I empty out the purse completely and begin to stuff, at this point paying little attention to the cake/cheesecake bouncing around in its box. Once I finally get it in there, bend the plastic edge over and zip it up, my purse is a perfectly defined square. She and I were so proud of ourselves, walking outside the line for the sake of cheesecake. Deciding it would be easiest to go to the closest theater, we went to an older theater located in the nearby mall. We walked up to the booth to buy tickets, teetering on the edge of the law and were given two tickets and told to enjoy the show. No one searched our bags or even looked at us suspiciously. Not even a second glance. I clearly could have bought tickets wearing the cheesecake on my head. No one checked our tickets or seemingly cared if we were just walking in to take a movie for free complete with a buffet brought from home. It was entirely disappointing. Breaking rules is no fun if nobody cares.