In my early teen years I tagged along with some friends to see the first Twilight film in theaters. I loved the books at the time, but my experience with film adaptations was pretty hit or miss (don’t even get me started on how they butchered Inkheart) but I had high hopes.

I was so disappointed that halfway through I began looking for an excuse to leave the theater (not thinking my displeasure was valid enough reason on its own, I guess? peer pressure makes one act strangely) and my solution was to “accidentally” dump half my drink in my lap and then wait outside for the movie to be over.

I don’t really understand my logic looking back but I stand by leaving Twilight early.