It’s definitely not lame.
You wanna know why?
Because sometimes books get turned into movies.
So, in the name of research you get to go watch a great movie with a bunch of your friends.
It’s really a sweet deal.
Men get poker, we get book clubs. It’s the way it works in middle America.
This past weekend my fellow book clubbers and I went to the movies to see The Help.
We read the book many months ago and were all very excited.
Here’s the thing..lots of women loved this book, so opening weekend of The Help was a crowded affair.
We purchased our tickets in advance and arrived a full hour before showtime to ensure optimal seating.
Apparently the folks that run the theater anticipated a large turn-out for the show and created a “corral” of sorts. A space where we could stand in order awaiting our entrance into the show.
My friends and I stood obediently inside the designated area, waiting patiently as time ticked by. What we began to notice, however, was that many weren’t respecting the “corral”. They just sauntered by us, sniggering to themselves, and approached the theater entrance with no consequence. Of course the penned up ladies surrounding me started stirring. I felt an uprising commence.
How DARE people not stand in line? We were here EARLY! We purchased our tickets on the INTERNET! We have RIGHTS!
The stir quickly became a roar when the theater doors opened and the non-line-waiters got in first. Travesty! By my recollection it was nothing short of a stampede.Â I can only compare it to running with the bulls in Pamplona…the corralled women being the bulls and the line-snubbers being the foolish people who choose to run with them.
The men that run the cinema were clearly not prepared for The Help-pocolypse because as soon as women started yelling about line respecting and ticket pre-ordering they shut down like my husband does at the mention of “feelings”.
One of my friends, who has more assertion than I do, asked one of the line cutting culprits if she hadn’t noticed the dozens of women waiting?Â “Do lines mean nothing to you?“, I believe were her exact words.Â Well, apparently this woman had some pent up anger that she needed to unleash, because she started yelling…actually I think the correct terminology is “going postal”. It was frankly, hilarious.
This woman’s pre-chick flick rage made me feel all at once embarrassed for my gender and entertained beyond measure. Kinda like any given episode of Real Housewives.
The lesson here my friends is don’t mess with women who have been corralled…they tend to lose their grace. This is why I never plan on going to jail.
Plus, it appears that Book Club is just a whisper away from Fight Club..any given day, my friends.
After a night on the
streets town with my friends I need comfort food.
These cookies are every bit of comfort you could possibly need and they are as good as they sound.
Cream Cheese Filled Snickerdoodles.
They take a few more steps than a regular snickerdoodle, but it’s worth it.
Start with your dough…
Now roll them in your cinnamon sugar mixture.
One last thing…go see The Help..it is really good…and worth every bit of dignity lost.