Sexless and the City

Brian and I had gone to see Sex and the City last week without any protest from him since we were seeing a "chick-flick". Our house was upside down due to the work on the staircase and the floors (which is now compelte I may happily add). The kids were staying with my parents so we decided to go out to the movies - something we hadn't done in ages. Lo and behold, there we are, enjoying the movie, our popcorn and the fact that it was a week night so I wasn't too crowded when all of a sudden, the fire alarm goes off! The screen goes black, the lights came on and the voice of God was telling us to please evacuate the theater using the doors to the far left. 20 minutes later there we were, watching fire trucks enter the theater as we stood there helpless. Needless to say, I along with every other woman who was enjoying the film with me was pissed!!

I can report thought that it was really great - at least what I saw of it. I would say that we were two-thirds into it when disaster struck. So we are going to be compensated with two tickets to any movie we want to see. Brian has already decided that we are seeing the Hulk. How could I say no to that?