Bravo, Old Sport! Or, How All Other Movie Going Experiences Have BeenRuined for Me

Two nights ago, I was staying at my Uncle's place in order to better focus on finals, when all of a sudden we were whisked off by the wind to a movie (damn those cinematic gusts)!

The movie was The Great Gatsby, and the theater was called Cinepolis. I'm not sure if these exist outside of California, but they put even the nicer theaters I've gone to to shame. The tickets are twice as expensive, but you get a leather recline-by-button chair as well as a waiter to bring food and drinks.

And I mean food and drinks.

My Sapphire Cherry, which fit oh so perfectly with Gatsby.

I only had the one drink, but ate a flatbread personal pizza and shared sushi  with my uncle.  They also had full meals like steak, as well as cinnamon flavor and zebra popcorn (white and milk chocolate)...maybe next time.

The movie was fantastic on its own (I will gladly go see it again) but the experience was definitely worth the price! Now if they could only build one closer to me...