Summer Movies are Cool

Today, I'm going to let you in on a little secret: It's ridiculously hot in our apartment. The geniuses that built the place in 1921 determined that central air conditioning was not a priority. Our current landlord agrees with that assessment.
However, we do have rockin' insulation which traps the heat, so often times it's actually warmer inside than it is outside. This is especially true at night when it can hover around 86°. In fact we have a thermometer in Harper's room and currently it is reading a very brisk 81°. I've seen temperatures as high as 90° in there on a number of occasions.
So how do we beat the heat?
First off, we drive around in our air conditioned vehicles looking for air conditioned businesses. I suddenly have great disdain for any business establishment not chilled to a comfortable 60° temperature. Movie theaters still get it right in their attempt to compete with meat lockers. The three of us went to a "Mommy and Me" movie (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest) at the Grove on Monday.
A Mommy and Me movie is a showing specially designated for people to bring their babies. There's a large stroller parking area in the lobby (it's the upper-middle class equivalent to the shopping cart parking areas you see outside of missions downtown on Skid Row). The theater offers the very highest level of security for your stoller as brass poles and velvet ropes stand guard unflinchingly for the duration of the feature. Inside, the theater are anywhere from 20 to 150 adults (depending on the flick) with maybe 15 to 75 infants, babies and toddlers.
The audio is turned down just a bit to avoid disturbing the little ones. This also has the duel effect of making it very difficult to understand characters who whisper. But when does anybody ever whisper in the movies??? They also leave the lights up about half way so you can nurse or change your baby right there in the theater. Harper had a huge blow out during the movie. She had baby poop all over her and on her outfit and on the theatre seat. But we didn't even have to get up! We just changed her right there. However, I wouldn't want to be the poor schmoe who sat in the sixth row about 15 seats from the left side for the next showing. That seat was a poopy seat!
And if your baby starts crying, what do you care? You pretty much just let them wail and everybody understands. It's not like some other mom is going to "shh" you. In fact Harper was laughing abnoxiously and smoking a huge cigar throughout the entire screening and nobody said anything. That is, until Robert DeNiro came over and told us how rude it was. Well excuuuuse me! I thought this was a MOMMY and Me movie, not a DeNiro and Me movie!
Unfortunately, all the factors mentioned above can really impact your ability to actually watch the film. But we were able to circumvent that problem as McCall primarily handled Harper duty and I was responsible for relaying to her what was happening on screen. I'd say I did a pretty good job. Here's McCall's review of Pirates of the Caribbean: "It was a beautiful film about a pirate searching for love on a ride at Disneyland." Thumbs up!