Movies, And Bathrooms, And Kid Rock, Oh My!

With all of my back recovery nonsense, I have not been out of my house to have any fun since I returned from my trip to the Mediterranean.

Needless to say, I really wanted to get out and do something fun, even if it was just for a little bit.

So, when my sweet bloggy buddy, Shelly, called and asked me if I would like to join her and her mom to go to lunch and a movie, I shouted said, "Yes!"

I met Shelly and her mom at Crazyville's McAlister's Deli for lunch.



I had never been there before, so I wasn't sure at first what to order, but it did not take me long to figure out what I wanted. Once I saw that the words chicken and pesto were available on the same sandwich, I was sold. It was delicious!



The only problem that I had with the sandwich was trying to get all of the pesto off of my teeth when I was finished eating. (But don't worry, Shelly taught me the swishing of the Diet Coke technique, which please let me say, worked beautifully. So when we left the restaurant, my teeth were mostly pesto free.)

The movie that we went to see was The Women. I loved it! I laughed through the entire movie.



And just let me say, " I love, love, loved Meg Ryan's hair."

If you have read this blog even once before, then chances are that you already know I have a few bathroom related issues. Specifically public bathroom related issues.
So, it will be no surprise to you when I tell you that I had Shelly take some pictures in what has to be one of the most pitiful public restroom situations that I have found myself in since I was in Europe.

There are several sets of restrooms in the movie theater in Crazyville, but somehow, we managed to go into the restroom that was in horrific not in the best condition.

This particular restroom has three stalls.

The first stall was completely "Out of Order."



The second stall was completely missing a lock on the door. (I had to hold the door so Shelly's mom could use the bathroom.)



And the third stall's lock was being held onto to the door by what appeared to be some sort of florescent green bread ties.



You just cannot make stuff like this up, and what is really strange, is that this theater is located in a very nice part of Crazyville.

Well, after all of our bathroom and movie nonsense were over, Shelly's mom took our picture sitting together in the theater lobby. I do love that Shelly.



After sucking in our stomachs and having our picture made together, Shelly spotted someone something that she thought I might like standing in the lobby.

It was a BIG cardboard picture of Kid Rock. (I had just confessed about my little crush on him and his singing voice to Shelly during the previews before the movie.)

Don't judge.

Before you start throwing tomatoes at me, I didn't say that I agreed with his lifestyle, personal choices, or anything else like that; I just simply said that I appreciate his singing voice.



I'm just saying is all.