So last night I saw New Moon, for the second time. One of my good friends hadn't seen it yet, so I graciously agreed to go with her. The theater was a lot less crowded, probably only about 15 people total and you know it lost a little something the second time....
The first time, I saw it with Eric on opening night. No, we did not go to the midnight showing, we waited until an insane hour of the 7:30 PM showing. I bought the tickets several days ahead, and we got to the show 45 minutes early. We joined the line and were feeling very old. I can't imagine how Eric was feeling, very old and very male probably. Luckily some other "old timers" got in line right behind us. We commiserated on how old we felt just then.
In the theater we sat next to some other "old timers". It seemed like we all tried to join together, safety in numbers you know. And then the movie began, the clapping the sequels every time Jacob appeared with his shirt off. And you know what, I have to admit... it was fun.
So last night, the crowd, all 15 of us-- all in the pushing 30+ crowd, and there weren't any squeals, any clapping.. there were a few giggles but I was amazed at the different feel to the movie. I found myself almost missing the squeals and giggles. So as much as I DO NOT want to go back to my teenage years, last night I missed a bit of that teenage freedom and immaturity.
But it was still worth it.