Kristen Bellamy

Chicks, Flicks, & Clicks


Sometimes you just need to run away from home for a few hours to shake off all the domestic duties and kick it with your girlfriend(s)! However, this can prove to be quite problematic on a Sunday, so one must be clever. On this particular Sunday as I was thinking about what to make for dinner, I had the most delicious idea. In a flash I decided that I would escape to the movies. I hatched this plan while everyone was still at their practices and rehearsals, and running around so much that they wouldn’t even notice. I would call it an emergency girl’s night. You know, the one where we tell our husbands “our girlfriend is in crisis and desperately needs to talk to us NOW.”  Yep, that’s the one. I put this plan into action around 3pm, called my friend at 3:30pm and by 4pm we both had chicken’s in the oven and were planning to meet for the new Nancy Meyer’s film at 7pm. We still had to have something for them to eat. I mean we were just going to the movies, we weren’t going rogue, or maybe we were. We would go to the drink in, I mean dine in movie theatre. It was going to be a good night indeed.

While we were sitting and enjoying our wine and “chick flick” this twit of a teenager, or 20 something, began checking her Instagram and tweeting/texting. Whatever it was it was really starting to piss me off. I come to the movies to completely get away from social media, ringing phones, emails… you get the picture. It is my escape into someone else’s world where I can completely let go and enjoy, but most importantly relax. Now this pubescent was messing that up. I could feel the tension building up in my body, as she was oblivious to the fact that her light was in my eye line. She didn’t even care, she just kept clicking away, stupid trick. Should I say something? Maybe throw water on her phone, kick her accidentally, or what? She was ruining my Sunday night adventure, or was I? I couldn’t make up my mind, so I decided to let it go for a few minutes to see what the universe had in store for this nitwit. Well, within a minute of me letting it go, and practicing my deep breathing, another patron yelled at her to turn off her cell phone. That shut it down. Mission accomplished! There it was, karma served up on a platter and I didn’t even have to open my mouth. It worked itself out without me, who knew? I didn’t even have to get involved. Maybe I am becoming more zen in my old age, or maybe I am reaping the calming benefits of all that wine I’ve been drinking over the years. After all, it is a sedative right?

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