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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Movies 8


Years ago I went to see Romeo+Juliet for the hundredth time at Movies 8. I was accompanied by Melanee and Melanie, and maybe a roommate or two. We were super excited about seeing the movie (again.) Baz Luhrman was the voice of our generation. While we watched the movie, in heart with Leo (before all the Titanic business made him unpalatable,) we were annoyed by Four Rows Ahead and to the Side.

Four Rows Ahead and to the Side were being most rude. Guffawing, talking, and generally behaving in an unruly fashion. I’m pretty sure I was the first one to tell them to shut up. I’m pretty sure it was Melanee who tossed the first piece of popcorn at them (milk dud?) I mean the nerve! We paid a whole dollar to see this movie and never you mind the repeat viewing; we were putting up for the whole theater at this point. Four Rows Ahead and to the Side wouldn’t stop. Finally, we just gave up and decided to let it go.

When the credits started to roll, a girl came barreling towards my little group from four rows ahead and to the side; long dark Santaquin-y curly hair and a mean snarl. It was obvious that there had been some drinking along with their tomfoolery. She started to get all up in our respective grills about our polite requests to pipe down (well, polite until the popcorn/milk duds started flying.) I, never one to back down from a verbal tussle, answered her grammatically questionable challenges point by point. Melanee, never one to step off (she ain’t no hollaback girl!) raised the heat with some serious challenges of her own (you can take the punk rocker out of Vegas...)

Santaquin reared back and started throwing punches. I took one sock in the head, another landed on other Melanie, who had been relatively calm through the whole situation, and the rest landed indiscriminately. I think we reached Melanee before she answered that threat (‘cause that girl could throw down.) Melanie, The Peacemaker, hustled us all out the door before management arrived.

And that’s the time I got into a fist fight at Movies 8.

27 comments:

Bek said...

I miss Melanie and Melanee. Awww. I am pretty sure that I wasn't the roommate's with them, because I would DEFINATLY remember a fist fight at Movies 8!! I can totally see that happening.

One of the most frequent sentances out of Melanies's mouth was "my friend Carina......" :-)

When is her baby due? I went to my friends recently remodeled Eichler today. They spent a year doing it all by themselves, but stayed very true to the style of the house. It would have made you cry. Come visit and we can do a tour of Eichlers

~j. said...

I knew Melanee when I was first married (same ward), but I doubt she knew me.

And to think (!) that I almost called you tonight to see if you'd like to go see a movie with me... AT MOVIES 8!

(To clarify: I didn't decide against calling YOU, I just decided against going to a movie.)

christopher clark said...

Lisa is at Movies 8 as we speak. Now I'm all worried about her! She punches like a girl!

Azúcar said...

Joe will not go to Movies 8 (surprisingly, not because of the threat of violence.) I'd go any time!

I'd take a punch to the head to save six dollars every day of the week.

Also, I still people to shut up! I can't wait to see what the consequences will be next time...knives? Blunderbuss? Twenty paces at dawn?

righteous mama said...

when i was 17, i got in a fist fight with a girl at "the palace" on 9th east. i was with my cousin, melanie (!) at the time. i didn't throw the first punch, but i ended the fight with my surprisingly powerful right hook! it's theraputic to pull out a can of whoop a** every decade or two!

Kiki said...

I turned 18 at Movies 8. I was blindfolded and I sang Happy Birthday to myself in the middle of the lobby. I was dressed like a fool. Good times...

That was over 11 years ago! The HORROR!

Kiki said...

I wish I had a fist fight story. You are my hero!

She who has better taste in men now said...

The first time I ever hit a guy (I've only ever hit guys) was when I was in junior high. I had to ride the bus to school all 12 years of school a la Napoleon, so that's where it happened--on the road. A minor bully (the wiry kind who probably get bullied by bigger, meaner kids) was picking on two of my neighborhood friends, one a girl with a bad complexion and the other a sensitive, effeminate boy, neither of whom were any good at defending themselves. I was still stuck in shy stage, so we were easy prey . . . that is, till I got pissed off. "Leave 'em alone!" I growled. His tauntings grew worse. I don't remember how many warnings I gave him, but he just kept going. My hand seemed to fly out on its own and I watched in amazement as it whomped that kid "up the side of the head". Did I mention he wore glasses? Yeah, well, I guess when I slapped him those glasses slipped and poked him in the eye. He started crying like a wounded ninny, and my friends cheered. He never bothered any of us again, and naturally my friends and I thought of me as heroic for at least a few days.

It was years before I ever hit anyone after that, but the next time was the hardest I ever hit a guy in my life. It was also the most justifiable hit I ever made in my life, if that's possible. My boyfriend of a few years went on a road trip with a friend of ours, and when he came back, I found out he'd not only gone out with somebody else, he'd also cheated on me in just about the worst imaginable way. It was in the evening and we were talking in the park next to his house when I confronted him with the part that I knew and he confessed the rest. Again, my hand, an iron fist this time, aimed right for his mug and I flattened him right there in public. I've got a pretty mean right hook, really! I'm not the violent type, but there are just some things a girl can't take, y'know? (I also threw the ring he'd given me far out into the night, and I never saw it again. I'm sure it was cursed, because I sure did!)

~j. said...

The last time Darin and I went to Movies 8 together was a LONG time ago (Wedding Singer), and it was when the paved parking lot wasn't as big as it is now - we had to park on the surface-of-the-moon part of the lot. When we came outside after the movie, we found that the DRIVE SHAFT had been stolen off of our Suzuki Samurai. After searching junkyards, etc., for a replacement (nearly impossible to find, and wicked expensive), I could (sort of) appreciate why ours had been stolen.

cabesh said...

I won't (okay, wouldn't since I'm not there any more) go to Movies 8 either--too dirty...the floors are always sticky. And, I usually get a broken seat.

I recommed the University Mall Cinemas (the ones by Costco). Same price, clean, and owned by a guy from Craig's home ward.

lisa v. clark said...

I went to the University Mall Cinemas last night-(good to know where your wife is, Toph!) No fights, but a row of 6 OLD LADIES two rows behind us talking, not whispering. I was ready to throw some punches. . .

Rachel said...

that is hilarious, carina. i'm so afraid of any sort of violent commotion that i'm sure i would have torn out of there at the first sign of santaquin. i seriously have the flight mentality (and ability). lindy lou, your palace story always gives my such great delight. i'm glad i wasn't in on that little escapade. i'm sure i would've sat there and cried like a baby.

La Yen said...

My most memorable Movies 8 experience is the time when I got out of the car, and thought I was stepping into a snowdrift, but instead was stepping on the carcass of a dead coyote.

I don't talk about my fights, anymore. I am not that kind of girl. I am a lover, not a fighter. (That is my mantra that I chant when I have to go out into public.)

Azúcar said...

I debated detailing some of the punches I've thrown, but then I would have to admit to them in polite company. Nothin doin.

I wish I had more of the flight response. Instead, my dander starts flying and then things come out of my mouth that are intended to be cruel. Not as much as I get older, but I used to be baaaad. Breathe, let it go, move on.

Kiki said...

I forgot about punches thrown when I was on my mission... You wouldn't like Hermana Johnston when she's angry. That Latin temper flairs up!

Azúcar said...

Whatchu saying about a Latin temper?! HUH?

BowlerGirl said...

How I miss Movies 8! There is nothing like going to a cheap movie with a cheap crowd.....

Kiki said...

All I'm sayin' is when the Latin temper flairs up, this girl gets CHO-LA! minus the baby oil in my hair. Also, any Latin temper I have was adopted when I was on my mission.

Azúcar said...

I like to think I've mellowed with the years. I don't throw objects while angry. I don't tell off everybody that crosses me. I haven't killed a kitten in ages!

But occasionally, that Spanish half of me decides that oh, yes, it's on.

Kiki said...

Especially since that half comes from your mom! DANG!

Queen Scarlett said...

Sometimes... there are those special people that have had it coming and truly deserve a good, strong B!^#* slap.

Azúcar said...

I just meant this to be a testament to how moms were once people too.

Someday, when Melanee's kids are grown, I'll tell them about how their mom was so punk rock. When Melanie's kids are grown, I'll tell them how she got her tattoo.

When my kids are grown, none of you better open your mouths.

La Yen said...

If you reciprocate with me, we CERTAINLY have a Deal.

Kiki said...

I have to share this with all of you. I give you It puts the lotion on its skin.

Kiki said...

P.S. Within the last 30 seconds of the song, there is an F-bomb and nudity. Also, it stops being funny after the first chorus anyway.

carebear said...

Carina- I know this is very strange but I think I know you. Were you in a productionof Annie with Lynn Frost at Mountain view when you were in 8th grade. Then I believe we talked a few more times over the years at BYU maybe- anyway I was in that production and there was a girl named Aubrey or if thats not how then how do I know you- my maiden name was Carrie Warner. Did you go to Provo High? I'm pretty sure its the Annie thing. Carrie

Azúcar said...

It's NOT the Annie thing, but I just know we know each other. Drop me an email carina1
(at) gmail.com and we can hash it out.