Sibling Date

I am currently writing this post on my bathroom floor. Why, you ask? I have no idea, but at the moment the side of my bathtub is a stellar back rest and the tile floor is cold. For some reason I was very hot, and instead of changing out of my sweat pants and triple layered flannel shirt I decided to sit on the bathroom floor. No wonder Jacob is so weird. Which is where I am going next.

Monday night, I went on a movie date with my youngest brother, Jacob. Below is a pictures of Jacob, in case anybody needed a refresher on which one of my trillion brothers he is.

I was feeling pretty nice for a Monday, and asked Jacob to go see Zero Dark Thirty with me! I had heard it was a  MUST see movie, and since people in Clemmons don’t do things alone… they take their little brothers with them. Jacob was feeling like a stud when I was buying our tickets and the cashier asked him if he also had a college ID. (Fully aware I am no longer in college, but I still use my student ID for EVERYTHING! If you think that is stealing… get over it. Movies are like 12 bucks now.) He thought he was so cool he was asked if he was in college, little did he realize I was carded to buy R rated movie tickets because homegirl didn’t think I cleared the legal age limit. I HAVE GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE! I AM NOT A FRESHMAN!

But at least the cashier didn’t think Jacob and I were dating. Thank Heavens. The child would have been mortified. I only say this because every stranger Jared and I see while we are out thinks we are dating. At least Jacob looks like me. He thinks a little too much.

This was from two years ago. Apparently 16-year-old boys are too cool to take pictures with their older sisters nowadays. What they aren’t too cool for is yelling “are you going to make me late because you have to poop?” across the entire theater lobby when I walk into the bathroom. Y’all. I mean honestly! And no I didn’t have to, if that’s what you were thinking. He does these things all the time! He will fall in front of people in the grocery store, say things with poop all time and try his best to embarrass me during every living and breathing moment. Whoever said children are payback for their high school years obviously doesn’t have a little brother. I swear, it is like a disease… I don’t know what I was thinking willingly taking him into a theater. Where he proceeded to fart through the entire showing.

Even though he tries to kill me by embarrassment daily, I know he enjoyed the movie and going to it with me. He even turned up the country music radio in the car on the way back from the theater, and let me sing along! Don’t pass out, Mom. It really happened. Maybe it’s because I also got him a Cook-Out milkshake. Boom. #bestbigsisterever #ijusthastaggedonmyblog #crymeariver

No matter who you take to the theater with you, you must go see Zero Dark Thirty. I read some article that it has an anti-torture element to it, but I did not catch onto that between all the waterboarding that was happening. There was one scene where they had President Obama talking about torture, but I wasn’t really paying attention to him, there was a more interesting conversation between the main characters happening. And then after the anti-torture speech which I guess I really did listen to there was more waterboarding. Go figure.

I must warn you though, the first minute or so will be the most haunting audio you will ever hear in your life. I had never heard 9/11 phone records before, but oh.my.gosh. I was about to bolt from the theater and break down with the shakes while I threw up in the bathroom. Jacob didn’t understand my reaction to it, but he doesn’t remember 9/11 at all… I remember everything. It was haunting, but it set the movie up perfectly. Democrat, Republican or Ron Paul, you will appreciate this movie even if what we get out of it differs.

Silver Linings Playbook is still better in my opinion, but Zero Dark Thirty definitely is worth the $7.50, with your student ID. {{Just make sure you don’t fart!}}

Katelyn