And then there was the great Candy Smuggling Incident of '06.

Okay, well you know how food at the movies is like... outrageous, right? I'm sorry, but after paying over eight dollars for a ticket I am not really in the mood to pay another $3.75 for a small drink, and three to four dollars for candy. So, there was a plan.

I have a really big purse, and it's not like we haven't taken candy with us before. In fact, last time there was a very amusing incident of buying a giant bag of mini Twix's and then storing them in my jacket pockets. Which... Twix wrappers crinkle. Loudly. That's all I'm saying.

So, now, with my very big purse, the question arises... could we fit drinks in there too? And wouldn't you know it, we managed to fit (along with some of my belongings), a couple of packs of m&ms and various candy, twix, and TWO full size bottle drinks. HA! So that was kind of awesome.

All of this was arranged in the car of course, carefully placed inside of the purse to look as completely normal as possible. And it looked perfect, you could not tell at all. So we go up to get our tickets, and I was waiting to get mine when I suddenly had the horrifying realization that... Saturday night... R rated movie... they are carding tonight. My ID? AT THE BOTTOM OF MY PURSE, of course.

I stepped back a little to try and fish my wallet out without unzipping my purse all the way, but that was totally not working. I didn't want all the people around to see our rather large stash of food, so I said, "We have to go back to the truck... now." I ended up walking through the parking lot trying my best to find my wallet, not even sure if I had it with me. I finally got it, and happily pulled out my ID. I thought everything was all good now.

It wasn't. Like I said, the food had all been carefully arranged while I was sitting in the truck, and now, standing in the parking lot in the dark, I could not get my purse zipped again. He tried to help and hold the end of it, and I was like, "Don't do that, we look even more weird!" as we are both laughing hysterically. Finally I gave up, took off my jacket, and hung it over my purse... leaving it unzipped and overflowing with food. I smiled and went back to the window, presented my ID, got my ticket and went inside. And when I sat down and set up my little picnic... my Sprite totally fizzed out of the cap. Sticky hands, how fun.

"This could only happen to us. I definitely need a new accomplice."