So there I was… (most stories begin with something like that)
I got a call from my bro seeing if I’d like to check out a flick with he and his lady friend. The choice of the evening was Walk The Line and I know it’s no big surprise to anyone that this movie is nothing short of incredible. But the real story started before the movie began.
We were waiting in the lobby for the rest of the crew for the show and Ryan and I went to go grab some seats. We roved around and found our destination. (sidenote: I’ve been working out more recently and shedding some of the “extra” and been feeling good about it… until right now) As I sit down my wallet in the pocket of my jeans catches on the cup holder and snags it. I catch this and reposition but apparently my wallet was against me (I’ve been thinking this for sometime, especially after looking at my bank statements) because the as I sit i hear the tearing of fabris not once, but twice and simultaneously felt more “free”. I reached my hand around and felt not jean material but cotton boxer. The realization sunk in. I’m surrounded by people and I’ve just ripped the back end of pants open. The bonus, all the lights are still on. I lean over and tell Ryan what has happened. He reacts with a “You did what?!” and then I make a request. I know that if Kelly and Co. come to the seats right now.. it’s going to be bad. I’ll have to stand up and all the lights are on.. bad things man… bad things.
“Ryan, I need you to pray that they don’t get here until the lights go down for the previews.”
And like a good brother should.. he starts dying laughing.
Fortunate for me, the man upstairs heard my plea. When the movie ended I headed out the back of the theatre and played it off like I meant to have pants like this. The best part was after further review it looks like I’m trying to pull of wearing one sided buttless chaps.
