I'm suddenly under the impression I have some strange 'card-carrying girlfriend' obligation to wear a costume to the show. Where I live, things are somewhat south of casual. A typical movie night reveals most of the patrons in their 'only worn two days' sweat pants.
A local paper featured a woman buying a whole new outfit with stilettos to match. What is she going to do? Wear Dolce and Gabbana to the ten-theater Multiplex on the highway? Can't wait to watch those Jimmy Choos turn into Jimmy Chews as she gets to scrape the gum off the bottoms...
Let me guess. I'm going to pay top dollar to sit behind some idiot in that crazy acorn hat...
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