So Thursday was a bit of a long day. 

Our movie that night was Toy Story, by special patron request.  Being an older movie, it drew a smaller crowd than Happy Feet, which is a good thing when you have to set up the room from scratch – fewer chairs to line up, fewer bags of popcorn to fill. 

The patron who had requested Toy Story showed up in full Buzz Lightyear splendor:  Buzz pajamas and the coolest Buzz Lightyear furry, fluffy, light-up slippers.  Awesome.

It was a mellow crowd that night, and we had a great time.  T— the popcorn fiend ate popcorn to his heart’s content (I counted six bags that he ate, then gave up counting), and his sister A—- once again very cordially and quietly collected everyone’s trash a few minutes before the end of the movie, so there was no trash to be seen when the lights went up.  M—, the cute little curly-haired British girl who has become my buddy, came and visited me part-way through the movie, and waved to me from the other side of the room for the rest of the movie.  And the tow headed toddler sitting right in front of me had a great time playing wave-and-smile with me for most of the movie. 

I had a great time.