story time – bond style

What is the only thing that could ruin the premiere of Skyfall? Not a lot, but a probably drunk underage chick puking on you will certainly do it.

All names and places have been changed to protect the innocent (SIKE! If I knew this chick’s name, I’d totally tell you.) Well, actually she didn’t puke on me. She sat down right next to me but after she started moaning during the previews and her boyfriend ran to get her a large empty cup, I moved to the other side of my hotshot. An empty chair is all that separated him and this chick, but she passed out right as the movie started so we figured it was all good (well not good, but you know what I mean). Why this couple chose to sit right in the middle of the row, in a midnight premiere of a super crowded, highly anticipated movie, I’ll never know.

About halfway through, she sat up and let loose….and guess what? That large fountain cup wasn’t big enough. She was pretty nonchalant about it, her boyfriend was embarrassed, I was covering my ears and trying not to gag, and my hotshot was bolting out of the row. It was a hot mess. I hit the bathroom, trying not repeat her performance. My hotshot, braver than I, had actually seen her throw up all over her sweater and hair, and was describing it to me (I think in defense of his immediate reaction to run away and leave me there).

Her boyfriend and his pals congregated in the back of the theater, discussing how to get her home (ummm, drive her there?). He was super apologetic to my hotshot, explaining that she hadn’t been feeling well all evening – and this some made it worse. You don’t stick around a super crowded, highly anticipated movie theater if you need to bring something to puke in with you.

It may take a while before I can stomach to finish this movie, but the first third of it was awesome (visually stunning!).