Friday, February 7th, 2003

Susannah and I are getting matinee tickets at a movie theater. She ends up getting tickets for the wrong film, a Hal Hartley movie I didn't want to see. We go down many flights of stairs in an old warehouse building to the basement screening room. Once there, we have to grab metal folding chairs and set them up ourselves. Instead of a projection screen, there's only a flat-screen TV. Susannah gets pissed and demands that we leave. She also demands that I give her $10 for the tickets. I get mad at her and storm out. The way back up is very laborious.