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If you're reading this expecting to find out how to keep from killing your husband, you'll be disappointed. I'm actually hoping for your advice instead.
We're still in Salt Lake City for the Sundance film festival. The other night, we had two movies back to back, but there was plenty of time to make both of them.
This is a 2.6 mile trip you're looking at here.
Small backstory: If you really knew me, you would know that I'm out of shape and I never work out. (Yeah..I seriously need to work on this, but these are the facts.) I get out of breath extremely easily.
Salt Lake is over 4,000 feet above sea level. Memphis is about 300 feet above sea level. We've honestly had a hard time breathing, so you can definitely tell a difference in the altitude.
We walked out of the first theater and didn't see a cab anywhere (apparently, they're all in Park City--none to be found in Salt Lake). Rodney was like..awww..we can walk it. We have time.
After spurts of jogging and mostly walking, we finally got to the second theater ten minutes before the movie was supposed to start. The tickets say you're supposed to be there fifteen minutes before, so we were five minutes late.
It is so frustrating to bust your booty to do something only to be told no when you arrive. There were 3 other ticketholders in front of us when we arrived that were also waiting to get into the theater. Somehow, they were already filled to capacity.
And did I mention that the movie we were rushing to see was Mud? With Matthew McConaughey?
You're telling me that I just jogged and walked in 7 degree weather to see this cutie and even though we're five minutes late and we have tickets, we can't get in because you've already filled the theater?? What's the point in even having a ticket?
Needless to say, I wasn't very happy. I told Mr. Hubs that we should have called a cab, but he was sooo sure that we could walk it in plenty of time.
I never know how to react in these types of situations. I obviously was upset and frustrated, and so was Rodney. He starts getting mad then I get mad at him for getting mad. Such a vicious cycle. At this point, there was nothing we could do, so getting mad about it wouldn't help the situation.
I obviously didn't want to actually kill him (for those gullies that actually think I was begin serious), but I wasn't very chipper about the situation. How do you react when things like this happen?
Instagram picture from the mishap
This whole story is the crappie. Not to mention I now have blisters on my feet.
The happie is that now, we're taking cabs everywhere. Yay for no walking in the freezing cold high altitude! Also, this movie was a premiere, so it will be out in theaters for sure at some point. It's not like we've missed it and will never be able to watch. Oh and I got a good workout also.