Ladies Night

Having been quite busy at work this last week, I neglected to read the fine print when booking 4 movie tickets for tonights screening of 'Did you hear about the Morgans?' An ardent fan of anything starring Sarah Jessica Parker (hello - there are some gay traits that are simply unshakeable) I was quite excited to find a screening on Thursday night thus ensuring that I would have the weekend free to perform other schloompfing (in)activities. So in the five minutes that I had lying around - I wolfed down a raw carrot and clicked on the 'Book Now' button. Now having something to look forward to all week, I put on my smug face and returned to my role of genereal dogs body.



Yesterday however, I had the smug knocked out of me, when the Lady Married One called to inform me that I booked tickets for the 'Ladies Night' show. Aghast that such sexist social constructs are now being enforced on something as democratic as what show you want to see when, I logged on to the website. There in the tiniest print imaginable - my worst fears were confirmed. Always having considered myself one of the ladies, (despite my penchant for kickboxing and not shaving), I was sad - the 'NO MEN ALLOWED' maxim was too much to bear. My movie plans were ruined. I still cant understand how its acceptable to allow only female patrons into a dark room where they are not going to even notice who is sitting next to them.



Not wanting to see any other movie, I have made the executive decision to go in drag. Trying not to be too OTT, I figure that this subtle disguise will ensure my entrance!!!


And No - I do not care about the poor sod sitting behind me.