Adrift in Tokyo.

Echo and I found each other in the long lineup in front of the Pacific Cinematheque this evening to catch a screening of a Japanese film called Adrift in Tokyo but nearly found ourselves adrift in Vancouver when a theatre operator came out to apologise that tickets were all sold out. “Oh no!” we gasped as we looked at each other and at everyone else still lining up with a quizzical look. Some people left the queue but Echo and I stayed put, hopeful that the theatre operator miscounted the number of seats actually sold. While in line, we quickly befriended a petite woman our age and asked her if she would like to join us in formulating a Plan B if we couldn’t get in. With less than $20 in her pockets, our dining experience was restricted to McDonalds or Wendy’s so the prospect didn’t seem so appealing.

Humming and hawing as the hamster wheel in our heads spun at speeds too slow to measure, more and more disenchanted patrons left the queue until only a handful of us were left standing by the doors. Just then, the theatre operator came back out to announce that there were indeed more seats available! Elated and glad that our patience was rewarded, we purchased our tickets and found our seats. There were no two seats available side by side so I was stuck beside a humungous sad excuse of a man feeding his porker belly with popcorn. And he spoke throughout the movie. People like him shouldn’t even exist.

The movie itself was wonderful and Echo seemed to have enjoyed it more than I did. As we exited the theatre, we found Jay there waiting for us to come out. As we so often do, we defaulted again with having dinner at Stephos before calling it a night.