Emotionally - this may have been a tough weekend for me, in a manner of speaking.
So innocent I was Thursday night.
Excited about going to the Batman Marathon in Lone Tree Colorado. I had bought my movie ticket back on 06/25/12.
And the only reason why I bought the ticket was to see "The Dark Knight" with the Joker. I was not really excited in seeing the third movie. Bane. I know nothing of him and I had already heard that the test screen audience had some issues with hearing Bane speak.
Anyway.
What I want to address is that I listened to the Dark Knight soundtrack as well as watched the movie and the first one since cable was showing the movies on TV this weekend. I also pulled my DVD copy off the shelf
I stayed away from the news and the newspaper; though I did get some news from the internet.
Bottom Line - I knew nothing of what transpired Thursday night / Friday Morning until I got to work on Friday. I had slept about 2 1/2 hours that morning and woke up to the sun shining through the windows. What a beautiful sunrise to wake up to. Tired, but nice. I was excited that I did commit to seeing the BatMan marathon, the 25.00 bones I spent was well worth it.
I get to work on Friday Morning ... "Did you hear?"
No. I responded. And now most of the world now knows.
I am very thankful that this did not happen at the theatre that I was at. Of course, in my mind this would be no different from leaving your house every day and not knowing that a car accident may kill you later that day. The odd are not in your favor in that scenario.
Lone tree theatre is not a big theatre nor really a big screen and is on the South Side of Denver. No Imax and no special sound system - just digital. And that is why I think that the theatre was not sold out.
I am okay, but I am thinking what if that night / morning...
What if.
I just don't know Readers. I just do not know.
In the last 11 days - my life has been down. A friend passed away. And perhaps...
I "closed down" this past weekend.
I just wanted to blog about this since it is... there in my mind and I have no one that I can talk to about this experience second hand.
Until the next time
Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete
