Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away, on my way to where the air is sweet

When I was pregnant there were "Mommy and Me" movies. Theatres would open early for moms and kids - babies even, to see movies with the lights partially on and the sound down a bit. So that moms could watch the new releases and be there with their kids. Any human in their right mind found the concept annoying, except for stay at home moms who wanted to get out of the house. I looked forward to it.

Now my kids are grown a little and can actually sit and watch a 'real' movie. Enter, the Bridge - Cinema de Lux. The Bridge is a pretty awesome theater - second only to my favorite Arclight in Hollywood. There is premium seating, director's halls, and at night, a bar.
But on the weekend, there is no bar. There are barely even people. The Bridge hosts Saturday morning movies for kids at just $3.50 a pop. Not bad. I took the kids to see "Elmo and the dinosaurs." It was a big deal. There was popcorn and lemonade and everything. The Baby was riveted. He ADORES Elmo (remember the Elmo/Wolverine birthday party - right.) He loved everything about the theater, the movie and especially the food. The Kid? Eh. He was far too advanced for it, but he stayed for the popcorn. So there we were. Watching Elmo. On the big screen. For an hour. (It was an hour too long if you ask me.)

Here's the thing. I don't like Elmo. I know, everyone does, but me. I'm a hater. A hater who is old skool. I liked 'DA Street' when it was Elmo-less. When Big Bird was pegged as a delusional freak with mental illness who saw images of a supposed 'Snuffleupagus.' I'm sure he saw Jesus in the potato chips he bought at Mr. Hooper's store too. Silly bird. Lay off the pipe. But no, it's a new day, and Snuffleupagus is in fact real, and Elmo is the star. Phooey. I'd rather watch The Electric Company.