We went to see Backrooms yesterday finally! I took some pictures with my 1987 Charmera and I think it really fit the vibe.

We went to an early showing of it because if there is one thing that I have been reminded of since reentering the world of cinema it’s that I absolutely hate being in a theater with other people. There was only a family of 4 in front of us and three other people so it wasn’t bad at all. The family in front of us actually didn’t piss me off once although I was bracing myself for it.

I would never probably see this movie anyway but the trailer for Supergirl FUCKED ME UP. It showed me enough to deter me from ever watching it—the whole plot revolves her saving her dog?! It upset me so much that I was weeping openly and thank god I had a napkin in my purse because I was a freaking mess. Henry was like, “….”

But — Drew. It made me think of her so bad and I just lost my mind. I cried so hard during that one trailer that hours later I still had that post-sobbing stuffiness in my face like I had been crying all day. Wednesday will be 2 years since she died and I am still not OK.

Backrooms was excellent, though! Liminal space is something I definitely have had nightmares about so this had me clenched the whole time. There were some scenes that actually did look straight out of my nightmares and I loved it. Definitely glad we saw this in the theater and didn’t wait to stream it.

The rest of Sunday was spent working on our record player cabinet. It’s really coming along!

The doors are proving to be the hardest part so Henry hasn’t started that yet but today, he got a roll of artificial grass for the top. I like when we work on these little projects together, especially since I’m the project manager and he’s my subordinate.

Oh! Also, we took a break later in the afternoon to walk to Dunkin’ for iced coffee and WE SAW THE NEIGHBOR’S EX-GIRLFRIEND! I didn’t see her at first but she and Henry made eye contact–she was standing across the street from us, talking to some guy. Then on the way back, she was still on that side of the street, standing in a parking lot talking on the phone and I really wanted to go over there and say something. I don’t know what. Like, “Hey, I saw everything that day, I saw him push you, so if you ever need me to say something….” but my luck, she’d be like, “WE’RE BACK TOGETHER MIND YOUR FUCKNG BUSINESS, HO.”

No, she’d call me a fat ho, probably.

Or ugly ho. :(

These are the scenes that play out in my head everyday when I assume someone is making fun of me or thinks I’m lame or some old white Karen.

So, that was that. Ended the weekend with an episode of From. Nothing like recapping Sunday before Saturday!

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