Too Much Time on My Hands

Hey, that's a song.

We have tickets to see the Avengers. I have friends posting their selfies in the movie theaters. I tempted fate by looking up the voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y. I have so much to do and all I seem to want to do is go online and risk having the movie spoiled.

I mean, it's not as bad as my teenagers years where I spoiled Alien for myself as I looked up movie quotes on IMDb while there was still at least 30 minutes left. 

My husband tells me that even if he knows how it ends, he can still enjoy watching. He considers this a cultural event and enjoys participating. I'm making myself so anxious, and demand that this better be the greatest movie ever.

I hated Infinity War.. the first time I saw it. It left me upset. Husband didn't know it was meant to be two parts so he was totally confused. We rewatched it last night and even though I was upset, I wasn't fraught. It is an excellent movie. 

(Crap! I doubled checked if rewatch was a word and the first article up is about Marvel movies. I should have known.)

Sigh. There are plans for a three plus hour movie (Damn, I want to look up the exact time and now I'm paranoid.) and a meal out. Will my bladder betray me? Will I dehydrate? In my younger years, I ran out of Return of the King because I really had to pee and those fake endings can bite me. 

Still, I have a date with my husband tonight to see a movie we are excited to see. I also have brunch plans with a nerd friend that was there opening day. There are talks to be had. Hopefully. I hope I'm not upset again. There will be "real" deaths happening. This is the endgame. 

Don't tell my friend, but I'll be okay if Tony is doesn't make it. Oh, I might even cry. Please don't let this be a movie where I cry...

Hey, that killed come time. Only two hours left.