white diamonds and dirty feet

that, my friends, is what wynnsong theatre smells of. every time we go there, it stinks of something familiar and unpleasant. tonight was no different. the theatre we were in for "dan in real life" was filled with old women and hot buttery popcorn; hence the 'white diamonds and dirty feet' title. (no offense, grandma connie, heaven rest your soul.) honestly though. i gagged more than a few times. and why are the aisles in that theatre about as wide as a 12yr old boy's hips? i always put my feets up over the seat in front of me to discourage anyone (esp those old ladies and popcorn eaters) from sitting there. it worked tonight; unlike most nights when people look at you like you've just punched a baby* instead of slung your feet over a measly movie seat. much to my chagrin, i usually just return the stink-face and move my feet. that's why i just buy movies at target and snuggle on my couch with my hubs. buuut...
we didn't want to stay home tonight. it being halloween and us living where we live (on one of the most highly trafficked streets in all of bustling provo) made us think twice about doling out candy to trick-or-treaters. and this is why: i didn't want to have to turn any child away from my door because his/her parents didn't love them enough to buy/make them an actual costume. (we've got too much trash in our neighborhood and knew we'd get caught with the all-too-popular torn shirt with fake blood and freddy krueger mask i-made-it-myself costumes.) if you're out soliciting the local townsfolk for treats, you better be dressed as something i can identify and think is cute or creative. otherwise, get the heck off my porch. and if i'm going to spend $30-$40 on candy, it's going to be for me; not some sugar-starved neighborkid.

*thanks again to mor for providing such to-the-point expressions