On Going to the Movies Alone
The theater was as dark as the day was bright, and as eerie, empty, and old. The walls inside and out were the color of old toothpaste but smooth as marble, as if the paint had been chosen thirty years ago and purchased in bulk, a fresh coat for every year for a century. A handful of high schoolers, retirees, and I settled down for our blockbuster of choice. The momentary embarassment and awkwardness were a small price to pay, as was the $6.50.