Be Still My OCD Heart!

The Husband and I went to a movie tonight where we finally saw Avatar along with the only other ten people in America who haven't seen it yet. Only one theatre was playing in 3-D, so we had to go a bit further afield than usual.

So we get to this brand new theatre, and the lady behind the counter asks us to choose our seats.

Yes.

Assigned seating.

In a movie theatre.

Oh my.

No worrying that if you stop for popcorn on the way, someone will snag the last two seats together. No feeling pressured to move one down. No sitting beside someone if you don't want to.

(Of course, someone could choose the seat next to you after you've already purchased your ticket. But, in theory, you could buy all nine seats around yours - Brady Bunch title credits style - and just sit there surrounded by emptiness. Expensive, but worth it for the misanthropes out there.)

Better yet, this theatre offers VIP seating. You get to sit in the upper level, away from the hoi polloi, in wide leather seats grouped two-by-two complete with tables and a wide space around them (so no annoying neighbours).

Best of all? Full bar and restaurant just outside...and you get to take it all in with you.

Methinks my Netflix queue just got a bit of competition. Although, when you factor in babysitter + $10 movie ticket + $5 VIP seating + who knows how much they jack up the price of a glass of wine, ketchup chips + my downstairs couch + the trusty red envelope will likely continue to be the standard.