Friday afternoon, Michael phoned me from work.
“Have you started cooking yet?” he asked.
I had been trying to wrench myself away from the pc to do just that. “No.”
“Good, get your movie shoes on, we’re going out to eat, and then we’re gonna watch Ratatouille.”
Yay! I’ve been wanting to watch Ratatouille since I first heard about it (I love Pixar), and it has just started on our local movie circuit. The last time we went to watch a movie at the cinema was when Shrek 2 was showing (i.e. long ago). Unfortunately, our geyser was still giving trouble (it’s fixed now though!) and I had to bath in about 10cm of cold water. Luckily it’s the hottest September I have ever known. But from there on, it was just the most perfect evening.
Firstly, we got the best parking spot in the mall. Right next to the lifts.
We got great seats at the restaurant, next to a window, the most charming waitress in town and truly delicious food. Best vegetarian pizza I have ever had, and M says his pasta was divine. We shared a dessert (malva pudding) which was also faultless in its yumminess.
Then we went and got our movie tickets and ambled around a bit before going to secure ourselves good seats. We got one of the double seats at the back (the ‘love-seats’) and for once it wasn’t sloping forward at an awkward angle. Like everything else, it was just right. So we sat holding hands and kissing till the movie started, like two teenagers on a date.
There weren’t a lot of people in the cinema, just a handful of other couples. Interestingly enough, there wasn’t one kid in the audience, just adults. Pixar and co really are catering more and more for the adult connoisseur of animated movies. Graphically, the animation was beautiful! It’s amazing to see how far they’ve come with it. The story was something different and quite charming; we both enjoyed it a lot. The dialogue was clever and funny. I can really recommend it if animation is your cup of tea.
Back to the car, and here came the first part of the evening that was less than perfect. I had left my wallet at home, and Michael only had euro’s and dollars in his. (He had been paying with his card all evening). So we didn’t have enough change to pay for parking. And we had lost the parking ticket. It is R35 for a new one.
We only had to stress for about five minutes, because then we found the ticket, which had slid between the gear-box and the driver’s seat. We also managed to scratch R10 in change out of various hidey-holes in the car. And guess how much the parking fee was for the time we’d been there? Yip, it was R10, on the dot. And we only made it by a couple of minutes, otherwise it would have been more.
Ja, and so we went home. I told Michael that the best part of the night was going home with him as his wife. Because I had been feeling like a school-girl on a date the whole night, lol.
How often does one experience a perfect evening, without a single gripe at bad service, bad luck, bad timing etc. A person is so used to getting bad service these days, I am sorry to say, that good service turns an ordinary evening out into a magical one. And I do love a little magic in my life, which is why I a) go and watch Disney (Pixar) movies, unashamedly, and b) why I married Michael.