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I said I'd spend money like there was no tomorrow, that's what. Kindle books, streaming videos, nice dinners, Broadway plays, day trips - there's plenty of things to consume in a 24 hour window when you have no fear of the consequences down the line!
I had a huge headache today, which is probably a message from my guardian angel (or whatever) telling me I'm extraordinarily dehydrated and I need to drink more water. Duly noted. I had promised to take the girls to see Inside Out, though, so I gleefully took them, bought only two tickets, and spent the length of the movie reading a book because they're old enough to go to the movies alone!
The Regal Cinema at Battery Park City is on the third floor of a rather nice building, and nobody knows about it, so it's never crowded. On the second floor there are three rather large circular bench mat things, two together under one escalator and the third tucked in a different corner. The bench cushions (or whatever they are) are a little longer in diameter than a twin mattress, and every child who passes by jumps on them. Sometimes they roll, and sometimes they flop, and sometimes they keep bouncing around for a while, but they all jump on them.
I didn't know that when I chose that as my place to hunker down, or I might have sat somewhere else. Still, I amused myself by watching the kids jumping around, and made a few interesting observations (at least, they were interesting to me).
The kids jumped on with the same frequency whether they were male or female. I only saw two parents comment on this negatively, one who called it "disgusting" (?!) because "you saw those kids on it earlier" and then pointed out that the kid had come within a few feet of me and could've theoretically bumped into me (lady, I'm the one sitting where your kid can't see me on the approach, it's hardly his fault!) and one who laughed at her younger child (her son and daughter both having rolled on the cushion thingy) and asked "are you a boy?", which really left a bad taste in my mouth. I wish I'd called after them that EVERY child did the same thing, boy or girl, but they were already at the escalator, and what was I going to do, chase after them?
Of the adults, only a few climbed on them, mostly fathers (or men with kids, anyway), sometimes men with girlfriends or wives. Never men alone or with other men, and while some women were persuaded to sit or lie down for a brief moment on the cushions they never flopped down like the kids and rare men did, they simply sat after their kid or partner asked them to.
Nobody gave me a second glance when I was sitting on the cushions under the escalator, but when I eventually moved to the single cushion next to the OTHER escalator (less chance of being jumped on!) every person going up the escalator turned to stare at me for a second. I have no idea why this should be the case, but so it goes.
The girls liked the movie, and they liked that they were allowed to sit without me, and I certainly liked that I didn't need to spend an additional $20 on my own ticket. (Plus, Ana is short enough that nobody questioned me on getting her the children's price, even though she's a few months too old. Win! Of course, that theater's approach to ticket taking is so refreshingly lax that many times I've simply strolled in because nobody was there to TAKE my ticket. I always buy one anyway, but I really don't have to.)
I had a huge headache today, which is probably a message from my guardian angel (or whatever) telling me I'm extraordinarily dehydrated and I need to drink more water. Duly noted. I had promised to take the girls to see Inside Out, though, so I gleefully took them, bought only two tickets, and spent the length of the movie reading a book because they're old enough to go to the movies alone!
The Regal Cinema at Battery Park City is on the third floor of a rather nice building, and nobody knows about it, so it's never crowded. On the second floor there are three rather large circular bench mat things, two together under one escalator and the third tucked in a different corner. The bench cushions (or whatever they are) are a little longer in diameter than a twin mattress, and every child who passes by jumps on them. Sometimes they roll, and sometimes they flop, and sometimes they keep bouncing around for a while, but they all jump on them.
I didn't know that when I chose that as my place to hunker down, or I might have sat somewhere else. Still, I amused myself by watching the kids jumping around, and made a few interesting observations (at least, they were interesting to me).
The kids jumped on with the same frequency whether they were male or female. I only saw two parents comment on this negatively, one who called it "disgusting" (?!) because "you saw those kids on it earlier" and then pointed out that the kid had come within a few feet of me and could've theoretically bumped into me (lady, I'm the one sitting where your kid can't see me on the approach, it's hardly his fault!) and one who laughed at her younger child (her son and daughter both having rolled on the cushion thingy) and asked "are you a boy?", which really left a bad taste in my mouth. I wish I'd called after them that EVERY child did the same thing, boy or girl, but they were already at the escalator, and what was I going to do, chase after them?
Of the adults, only a few climbed on them, mostly fathers (or men with kids, anyway), sometimes men with girlfriends or wives. Never men alone or with other men, and while some women were persuaded to sit or lie down for a brief moment on the cushions they never flopped down like the kids and rare men did, they simply sat after their kid or partner asked them to.
Nobody gave me a second glance when I was sitting on the cushions under the escalator, but when I eventually moved to the single cushion next to the OTHER escalator (less chance of being jumped on!) every person going up the escalator turned to stare at me for a second. I have no idea why this should be the case, but so it goes.
The girls liked the movie, and they liked that they were allowed to sit without me, and I certainly liked that I didn't need to spend an additional $20 on my own ticket. (Plus, Ana is short enough that nobody questioned me on getting her the children's price, even though she's a few months too old. Win! Of course, that theater's approach to ticket taking is so refreshingly lax that many times I've simply strolled in because nobody was there to TAKE my ticket. I always buy one anyway, but I really don't have to.)
