Made in Richmond

Our new(ish) movie theater does this awesome thing on Saturdays and Sundays called “Movies and Mimosas.” You show up, have a little drinky-drink, and then head into the theater to watch a classic film.

This weekend’s movie was “White Christmas” (snow, snow, snow, snoooooooow!) so some Twitter friends (shut up) and I headed out to see it.

Turns out we weren’t the only ones in town who had that idea, as the theater was packed by the time we got there. Consequently, our only seating option was in the second row.

All was fine and dandy throughout most of the movie, but by the time I came home, I was in so much pain I fully expected my brains to start leaking out of my ears.

At first I thought it was the champagne. I don’t drink much and figured the alcohol had gotten to me. But even after large glasses of water, a healthy dose of Advil, and some greasy food, nothing was helping.

I finally went upstairs, closed the blinds, covered my head with the blanket and a pillow. I got up at one point the throw up because it hurt so bad. Once I got back in bed and stayed still for about 45 minutes, everything was fine again.

Anyone ever go through something like this? Was I just drunk and didn’t know it? Or was it the sitting too close to the screen thing, like I think? If so, Ross will be so excited because this further confirms his feelings that one must arrive at the movie theater a full hour before the film starts.