this is why I don't clean very often.
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enamouredThe first ticket stub I kept with the intention of starting a collection was for... geez, I don't know. A few summers ago I got an idea to start an LJ community strictly to post about all my ticket stubs and to scan them and share random facts about the movies and who I saw them with, but then I realized once I hit a certain age a whole lot of those "went with" stories would either be with my brother or by myself, and that's not exciting at all.
At any rate, from somewhere in about 1998 through 2006 or 2007 (whenever Starlight came out), I consistently collected every ticket from every movie I saw at a theater. Even after I lost the ticket to Starlight, I still collected every one of them, only losing another in the process. To be fair, it was one from the first time I went to Studio Movie Grill, and their tickets are printed on receipt paper. Mine got wet and I tucked it into my journal at the time, and it faded.
The tickets have been kept in different places: a little cardboard caddy that had drawers at first, then two empty Altoids boxes, and finally, in the past year, into a white oval shaped tin with birds on it.
At some point between seeing Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (...don't look at me like that) and Iron Man 3, I cleaned my room. The tin used to sit on top of my dresser, and I moved it at some point.
But since I saw Iron Man 3 at the start of last month, I have not been able to find the tin, and I am freaking out over it right now.
Like, I am about 85% certain that it is in my room somewhere, but the fact that I didn't put it back on the dresser or someplace in my frequent line of sight is making me angry. I kept it ON the dresser so that as soon as I got back home from the theater, I could immediately drop the ticket in the tin so I wouldn't forget it in my wallet or pants pocket or wherever. I really started thinking about it the other night, and now it is vexing me again, and the irrational part of my brain is terrified that somewhere in between those cleaning jobs, I accidentally threw the whole thing out, ditching eighteen years worth of moviegoing in the process.
There's my dad's ticket from Toy Story in there (adult price was like, $5.50 for a matinee show). My ticket for 10 Things I Hate About You. Tickets from the last movie I saw before we moved, ticket for the first movie I saw in Texas (Chicken Run), all five of the tickets from each time I saw Iron Man at a theater (three times during the original theatrical run; once during a double feature when Iron Man 2 came out, and again from the pre-Avengers marathon), the tickets from seeing Toy Story 3 twice the first day it came out, ticket to my first midnight opening movie (The Dark Knight), all the tickets to one time only rereleases of movies that came out before I was born or was too young to see when they were first in theaters...
All of that.
I still have all my concert tickets (all in a separate box). I've been to twenty-something concerts, and kept the tickets for every one I went to that had a ticket. I keep a lot of stuff, okay, but if I can't find that little oval tin holding almost 100 ticket stubs--or, worst case scenario, if I accidentally threw it out--I am going to be really, ridiculously wrecked and I know it's stupid, but. Yeah.
Keep your fingers crossed for me. That 85% chance of it being tucked somewhere in my room because I am an idiot is what's keeping me from completely freaking out. I mean, I once tucked a journal into a corner of my bookshelf and spent a month convinced I'd lost it, for God's sake. This is not entirely out of the realm of possibility for me.
At any rate, from somewhere in about 1998 through 2006 or 2007 (whenever Starlight came out), I consistently collected every ticket from every movie I saw at a theater. Even after I lost the ticket to Starlight, I still collected every one of them, only losing another in the process. To be fair, it was one from the first time I went to Studio Movie Grill, and their tickets are printed on receipt paper. Mine got wet and I tucked it into my journal at the time, and it faded.
The tickets have been kept in different places: a little cardboard caddy that had drawers at first, then two empty Altoids boxes, and finally, in the past year, into a white oval shaped tin with birds on it.
At some point between seeing Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (...don't look at me like that) and Iron Man 3, I cleaned my room. The tin used to sit on top of my dresser, and I moved it at some point.
But since I saw Iron Man 3 at the start of last month, I have not been able to find the tin, and I am freaking out over it right now.
Like, I am about 85% certain that it is in my room somewhere, but the fact that I didn't put it back on the dresser or someplace in my frequent line of sight is making me angry. I kept it ON the dresser so that as soon as I got back home from the theater, I could immediately drop the ticket in the tin so I wouldn't forget it in my wallet or pants pocket or wherever. I really started thinking about it the other night, and now it is vexing me again, and the irrational part of my brain is terrified that somewhere in between those cleaning jobs, I accidentally threw the whole thing out, ditching eighteen years worth of moviegoing in the process.
There's my dad's ticket from Toy Story in there (adult price was like, $5.50 for a matinee show). My ticket for 10 Things I Hate About You. Tickets from the last movie I saw before we moved, ticket for the first movie I saw in Texas (Chicken Run), all five of the tickets from each time I saw Iron Man at a theater (three times during the original theatrical run; once during a double feature when Iron Man 2 came out, and again from the pre-Avengers marathon), the tickets from seeing Toy Story 3 twice the first day it came out, ticket to my first midnight opening movie (The Dark Knight), all the tickets to one time only rereleases of movies that came out before I was born or was too young to see when they were first in theaters...
All of that.
I still have all my concert tickets (all in a separate box). I've been to twenty-something concerts, and kept the tickets for every one I went to that had a ticket. I keep a lot of stuff, okay, but if I can't find that little oval tin holding almost 100 ticket stubs--or, worst case scenario, if I accidentally threw it out--I am going to be really, ridiculously wrecked and I know it's stupid, but. Yeah.
Keep your fingers crossed for me. That 85% chance of it being tucked somewhere in my room because I am an idiot is what's keeping me from completely freaking out. I mean, I once tucked a journal into a corner of my bookshelf and spent a month convinced I'd lost it, for God's sake. This is not entirely out of the realm of possibility for me.
