January–Popcorn & Movie in Historic Theatre

I went over the crazy complication over our botched January date in my overview blog of the 12 Months of Preplanned dates that I gifted to Kit for Christmas. I finally got things worked out! The theatre gave me complimentary tickets to the popcorn & a movie feature that we chose and, to my surprise, gave me the gift card for my trouble. They had awesome response time to my problem when I called them.

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Sorry for the overly-cheesy upshot selfie here. It was the best I could manage. I really didn’t want to show up late. The two dollars was for our boxes of popcorn. We ended up spending about five bucks on concessions because we wanted candy and drinks too. I always feel better buying things from a not for profit arts group anyway.

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The theatre was super dark (as it should be), but I managed another cheese photos with bright orange tix and popcorn.
The movie was the 1930s Little Princess starring Shirley Temple. Eerie as it was, she passed away within a week after our date. When I was a kid I had watched the 1990s version which is a bit more fairy tale-ish. This was fun because the whole time I was comparing the two versions. Kit had seen a bunch of Shirley Temple movies as a kid.

Even though the movie itself wasn’t very romantic it turned out to be quite an enjoyable date. The theatre wasn’t overly packed, ate cheap concessions,  movie was a little grainy and the historic auditorium just added to the fun.
We don’t have many more day left in February to do our Blindfolded cookie baking date, but hopefully we can get it done before March!

~Kat

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Day Thirty-Seven: Abominable

Clearing the Walk

There are several pictures of my father which I hold so dear to my heart. This is a camera phone snapshot of my dad shoveling the snow off of his sidewalk.

This picture really sums up my father. Genius, eccentric and passionate when he sets his mind to something. I see so much of my biological characteristics and personality traits rooted in this man.

Too bad I wasn’t in Salt Lake City at the same parade to see my dad walk on his hands and win my mother’s heart. My parents were and are pretty cool.

Not everyone can get away with clearing snow off their sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon in only house slippers and a bathrobe.

Keep it real, old hippie.