So, one of my favorite guilty pleasures is going to Matinees. I don’t say guilty because I’m embarrassed, or ashamed; far from it. Rather, it’s more of a sense of that you’re doing something illicit, that you’re sneaking off somewhere when you should be at your desk, at work, being productive. Or at least doing the dishes.
As someone who scratches out a meager living by writing some words whilst sitting around at home, I do sometimes use this as an opportunity to get on my bike and go downtown to catch an early show. It’s better than it used to be – I had a job in an office once and after two weeks, my direct supervisor had a funny turn and was sent home for some mental recuperation. For a month. Accordingly, I took the opportunity to sneak out every Wednesday lunchtime to catch a film in the local theatre. Good times, indeed.