Taken for a Ride
Friday night I met up at midtown with ex-coworker Chris and his girlfriend to go see the Liam Neeson flick, Taken. It was Man on Fire “light”, the diet version of that darker, more extreme film.
Getting to the movie was a bit extreme in its own right. We went to the Regal on 42nd street. Had I known this fully in advance, I could have planned it better if only because I had to go to midtown after work. In fact, I went to midtown, after work, and then back home, as we had decided beforehand (or so I’d thought) to go see the film at a local theater. It was only when I got home and made contact with Chris that I found out the movie location had changed… to midtown. I picked up my jacket and hat which I had just taken off, grabbed my wallet and keys which I had just deposited on the kitchen counter, turned off the lights I had just turned on, and hoofed it back to into the city.