Lessons learned from braving High School Musical 3 in the theatre...

This weekend, Buddy and I braved the theatre to see the final installment - for this generation, anyway - of the High School Musical series. No tears were shed, but lessons were learned...

1. When you're almost 25 (one more week!) and watching a movie intended for teeny boppers, you forfeit the right to get angry at said teeny boppers when they clap along or audibly gush over Corbin Bleu and Zac Efron.
2. No matter where you sit or how early you arrive in order to sit there, people will inevitably sit as close as they can to you and wait to chew popcorn, open pop cans and unwrap candy bars until the movie has started.
3. The individual who designated popcorn as the snack of choice at movies was deranged. Something slightly less crunchy would have been nice.
4. I will not force my children to attend my alma mater or impose my dreams on them - this story line's been covered in teen movies entirely too much. Disney, I thought you were better than this.
5. My children's college decisions will not be made solely on their "love" interest in high school. Come on, Troy.
6. By the time they're graduating high school and have finished three movies full of singing and dancing, these girls should know that they could be expected to burst into song and dance at any time and skirts should be long enough to cover one's underwear whilst twirling. Vanessa Hudgens has yet to learn this lesson. Needless to say, this movie did not improve my opinion of her.
   
7. If I had been born 10 years later - and stayed in England made my parents give up everything to support my acting career - the role of Tiara (blonde, British drama girl) could have been mine. Shame.
   
8. Brandon is the world's best husband, closely linked to the fact that he was the only male there over the age of 9.
   
9. Despite my age, and the negative comments made earlier in the post, I'm still a huge fan. Maybe it's because I was a performing arts nerd and always dreamed about the popular jock. Dreams do come true, people.
10. Wearing a tux on opening night for the new Bond movie does not allow you and your Bond girl date who is taller than you to skip the huge line of people who camped out the night before. That was funny.
    

I can only venture to the movies every once in a while a) they're so expensive and b) I hate the combination of popcorn and strangers. Glad I went to see this one, though. Go, Wildcats!