Yesterday, my mother-in-law agreed to watch Arí, so Yeye and I did something that we almost never have the time or energy to do these days: we went to the theater to watch a movie! It was splendid! My father-in-law also likes action movies (especially the Bond franchise), so Yeye invited him to come along as well. After arriving and parking at the mall, we bought our tickets and chose our seats. The upper half of the theater was full, so we had to sit closer to the front than we expected, but since the screen wasn’t ginormous, it was actually kind of nice having to turn one’s head a bit to catch the action happening in the corners. We bought a big bucket of freshly popped popcorn, half regular, half caramel, all delicious. The usher directed us to our seats, and the movie began. Normally, I don’t like watching movies in Colombia since even though I’m fairly fluent, there’s something about bass heavy, dubbed movie sounds and speech that causes me to miss a lot of what’s said. No biggie in this case since we had chosen to see the new Mission Impossible. If you’ve seen one, you’ve kind of seen them all, at least when it comes to the plot, so there was no need to closely follow the dialogue! Don’t worry, I won’t drop any spoilers, but if you’re looking for a fun date night that’ll have you gripping the edge of your seat even though you already know how everything will end up, you should see this movie! We left the theater, validated the parking ticket (free parking when you see a movie at the mall, woot!), dropped off my father-in-law at his apartment and then went to Maná, one of our favorite spots, to grab a late dinner. It’s 9:30pm by this point, so we’re both bleary eyed and unsure if we’re more hungry than tired. I scarfed down my burger and had a glass of red wine, while Yeye ate about half of her french toast and drank all of her aromática. We got home, and I took Papita out. When I got back upstairs, Yeye ambitiously suggested that we watch an episode of The Good Place, but I demurred, explaining that it was way past our bedtime. Ten minutes later she was passed out. I crawled into bed and drifted to sleep, cherishing the prospect of not waking up to a full diaper.
Suegra childcare for the win!
Peace,
Alan
P.S. One of the baby’s faves: