THE EXORCIST on the big screen at a midnight showing outside of Boston lured us to Brookline Ma on a cold October evening, we parked the car and walked the four blocks to the Coolidge Corner Theater and I realized quickly that I had brought the wrong coat. Earlier in the evening I’d been standing next to a raging fire at our neighbors which was so hot it heated the car keys in my pocket. Now I was walking with a thin wind breaker over a Fall sweater and regretting I hadn’t switched to my leather jacket.
We decided to grab something to eat so at 9pm we walked into CURRY HOUSE on Commonwealth Avenue. It was bright and very warm (nice!) and decorated just the way I like my Indian Restaurants to be decorated— bright colors, Indian TV and Indian music. We ordered from a buffet like setup and grabbed a table in the nearly empty place. They were closing at 9:45 so we had enough time to eat. The woman working there said we were welcome to stay until 10 if we needed to since they were going to clean.
The food was good, the Nan was outstanding— nothing better than fresh HOT nan. We ate and finished up and carried our leftovers back to the car and then stopped in Brookline Booksmith to check out their wares since they were open until 11pm.
It’s a long favorite bookstore of mine, they have a great bargain basement which is always loaded with a nice selection and we browsed for 30 minutes or so. Upstairs it was so warm I had to take my jacket off. One of the downsides to carrying a firearm is that you can only undress to a certain level— i.e. you have to leave your sweater on and can’t strip down to your polo shirt. They even had the doors open and it was still hot in there.
The store is a great store but man do they push the left agenda on you. Ruth Bader Ginsburgh was everywhere including in action figure form. I considered buying her and a Liz Warren figure and customize them into the Lone Ranger and Tonto but decided against it. Maybe I’ll order them off Amazon.
We found a crepe/coffee shop across the street that was open until 11 so we went in and ordered coffee. We could have got a Ruth Bader Cinnburgh Crepe with 25% of the proceeds going to rape but I’m against rape so I passed and just stuck with the coffee.
With some time to kill we had a heated discussion about Texas. Or actually the two younger Fish Men did while I simply kept assuring the crowd that everything was OK. Texas is a state all of us like very much, but it’s a BIG state and that means it’s more like five states within one state, so the best area of Texas is hotly contested.
We left the coffee shop at about 11:30 (they closed at 11 but everyone was still in there) and walked the pile of books back to the car then decided warm up inside for twenty minutes when I remembered the Coolidge doesn’t have a lobby so that you wait outside to get in. When we had bought our three tickets the guy at the window had warned me they probably wouldn’t start letting people in until a little after 12 because the movie before was going to run long. Oh man, it was looking more and more like 4am return.
As we passed the theater there were four or five people waiting to get in, we figured we’d be fine with showing up right at 12, but when we finally did there must have been 100 people in line. We were briefly concerned that we wouldn’t get seats together.
“If that’s the case, I’ll be on the train home.” Said Will.
“Nope, you won’t have to because you can ride with me.” I chimed back. No way was I sitting in a Midnight showing of this movie next to a stranger.
Speaking of strange— what kind of people show up for a Midnight showing of THE EXORCIST? Mostly normal people.
I say mostly because as we took our seats in the very back row a single very loner type of guy came shuffling in, he was an older guy or he’d had a rough life because he looked weathered. He was wearing a matching shirt and pant combo (almost military style) and he was carrying a huge back pack which he set down very carefully across the aisle from us and about five rows down.
You know, I’m not paranoid, not in the least, but there are many of you reading this who might be thinking “well if you’re not paranoid why do you carry a gun?” to which I would say sure thing. Makes sense to me. I get it.
I glanced to my right and Will was watching this guy too. “Glad you noticed this too” he whispered to me. Between the three of us we had over 60 rounds of 9mm ammunition (I carry 34 rounds on me at all times) so if this guy was a Dark Knight type of lunatic and he pulled something other than Skittles out of that backpack we were pretty confident we could take him out before he did any damage.
NEXT: THE LONER REACHES INTO HIS BACKPACK.