after spending the day drinking beer at a lovely brew pub down the coast (literally 20 feet from the Pacific Ocean) with the man I've fallen in love with, He and I met up with his partner back in the city and all went to see a 1145pm screening of 30 Days Of Night. 20 minutes into the film a very drunk women waving her bottle of whiskey comes into the theatre screaming ' where the fuck are you guys, is this the movie we're seeing" her as drunk friends yell from the middle of the theatre, "we're over here bitch". she stumbles over people on the way to her friends all the time caring on a very loud conversation containing many "you bitches" with them. needles to say, many upset film patrons started yelling at them to "shut up bitches" various tubs of popcorn, cups of soda and shoes were soon flying threw the air. security guards arrive enmasse flash lights in hand and escourt the problem patrons from the theatre. sitting through all this, the man I've fallen in love with on my left, his hand in mine, his partner on his other side, other hand in his, even with all the commotion we were still able to completely follow the film, in my mind it's saving grace; some of the "art film" type techniques used in certain scenes. we were all glad to recieve free passes for future movies.