Terminator: Salvation

On Sunday we were invited out to see the new Terminator movie. This worked well, as we had planned to see it that day and at that particular theatre anyway. We cooked up some eggs and bacon for breakfast, checked our map that Andrew had bought, and headed out to the mall. This is a different mall than the one we've been to. It's more high-end, and has a Walmart beside it (we had to make a return). We left, as usual, around noon, and nearly succumbed to the 40 degree heat.

(As an aside: when the Mexican teachers hear that our walking jaunts generally take place in the early afternoon, they just shake their heads at us. They say that nobody is dumb enough to go outside then, not even their dogs.)

The walk only took about 40 minutes, and after arriving and draining our water bottle, we learned that Mexico doesn't supply water fountains in their malls.

But now the important thing: the movie theatre. This theatre is similar to the normal SilverCity theatres except for one very important difference: it has a VIP theatre. I will explain what this means by taking you through the experience.

We walked through the main, loud, crowded theatre to a hallway. Down the carpeted hallway, the noise disappeared as we approached what looked like a hotel lobby and desk. At the desk, we purchased our tickets ($10 Canadian each), and picked our seats off of flat screen monitor. The lobby area had leather couches and phones. The concessions sold popcorn and candy, in addition to sandwiches and sushi. You can order your food to be delivered to your assigned seat once the movie begins. An usher guides you to your black leather recliner, complete with cup holder in the armrest. Little tables are nested in between pairs of chairs.

No crowds. No talking during the film. No loud children. No sticky floors. Lots of leg room.

I have found heaven, and it only costs 100 pesos...