This story comes to mind because yesterday my wife and I when to the movies, us going to the movies is a rare event, but the movie (Monument Men) was great, and I give it a solid 2 thumbs us. But sitting in the theater with Steph reminded me of the hundreds of times I went to the movies with Allison. Allison and I love movies and truly enjoy going to them together, though we haven’t been able to coordinate a movie together in months and months. But this grandpa tale isn’t about today it’s movie or the wonderful date with my wife, it is about all those other movies I saw with Allison and I am sure more to come.
I can’t begin to tell you with any degree of accuracy what movies we saw together. But here is a partial list, Terminator 2, Harry Potter 1; Lord of the Rings 1, there had to be a drama or 6 and a few dozen comedies, and a sprinkling of horror (Maybe Scary Movie 1). I can’t say how old she was our first movie date. Though to be honest I suspect it was while she was in junior high that it really began in earnest. Our movie dates always ensured we got to the theater in plenty of time to get some junk food and a soda’s before the flick, it allowed for perusing the billboards for coming events, making initial determinations of which movies struck our fancy, and finally going into the theater so we had 1st choice in seat. Sidebar – today at the movie theater I most often use they have assigned seating, which is the single biggest piece of crap idea I have ever heard, especially when only 5 people are in the theater to watch a given movie.Allison was of an age that we normally saw PG-13 movies, I don’t believe we saw our 1st “R” rated movie together until she was at least 16 or 17, that’s not to say she didn’t see them at home when we rented a blockbuster or 4 for a weekend, or managed to see one or more with her friends.
Folks, my daughter Allison is a giant chicken, she is the 1st one to cover her eyes when the blood starts to flow, if you pinch her at the right time in a movie she will come a foot out of her chair (I know, I have done this to her successfully dozens of times), blowing on her ear makes her shiver likes someone is walking on her grave, and saying BOO! Works real good even to this day. It is for all of these reasons that I love going to the movies with her. Another truth is that she acts the same way now (at 34) as she did when she was 12, she just slaps me harder now, when I get her.
Smiling, but if there is a downfall to taking my daughter to a movie, she has this single nasty habit, which is probably payback for all the antics I play on her. I have this one nasty, despicable, horrid, unscrupulous, and nasty, let’s just say bad habit when I go to the movies, I hog the armrest, and I am not a good sharer. Allison doesn’t really care if I am hogging the armrest or not, she makes her claim, and will put her arm directly on top of me if she finds it necessary. She also plays with the hair on my arm, twirling it or softly pinching it, just to let me know that she is not in total approval of my hogging the armrest. But the minute she becomes intense, or feels something is about to happen that she will not appreciate, she does two things. One she immediately takes her free hand and covers her eyes (like that’s going to help), and two (and much more important to me) is that soft twirling or pinching of the hair on my arm where her other hand rests becomes ten times the level of intensity. And that soft twirling and pinching ends up being the Vulcan Death Grip on the hairs of my arm. I will swear on a short stack of bibles that over the years I have most likely lost 4 square inches of hair on each forearm from my daughter pulling it out during intense parts of movies. Hell she will do it during the credits LOL LOL. Also trust me slapping her hand away does not save you. Yes I always get that “gee Dad, I am so sorry!” line of BS, and you can tell its BS because of silly her grin on her face as she says it. But I love her so I tolerate it; probably even relish it a bit.
In past years we have shared a meal after the movie, and chat like dad and daughter, these are the moments father’s live for, and I have been so fortunate to have shared so many with my daughter. I hope you have enjoyed this story. I am sure that when Allison reads this she will call and tell me for the umpteenth time how my memory differs from hers, and I will respond for the umpteenth time “that’s because they are my memories.”
Folks as always if you have any comments or questions please feel free to ask, you know I will answer each of them.
Also I have an announcement to make my daughter Allison Poindexter has started her own blog, Burning Candles, Perspectives from a wife, mother, and teacher who burns candles at both ends. She will be launching her blog on April 1, 2014 (how appropriate). If you get a chance, give her a look-see. She is a hell of a lot smarter than me, she has written a book, and she spells and proof reads tons better than I do. It should be quite good if I do say so myself. Here is the link for her upcoming blog. http://burningcandlesblog.wordpress.com/