So I shouldn't have been surprised when after making plans with Zelia to see Trainwreck tonight, she calls. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was a romantic comedy. I really hate those kind of movies." Instead she suggests a documentary called The Wolfpack, about six NYC brothers who were pretty much raised inside their small NYC apartment, and rarely allowed out. It's playing at one theater on the lower east side.
I want to see the movie too, but not enough to spend $19 and about four hours of time (when you factor in transportation).
Because The Wolfpack is a small indie film, I wonder if it's on PPV. While I'm on the phone with Zelia, I do a quick search, and there it is for $6.99. Perfect.
Around 8:30, I go to Zelia's, a few blocks away.
I'll just say this. PPV was by far the smarter choice. Flexible start time. No need for the subway. Allows for personal commentary. Much cheaper. And so much closer.
I'm home by 10:30.
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