The Pleasure of Artist Dates! Plus, Andre Royo

A Monday morning hello.

Sometimes a girl just needs a date.

About a week ago, in between transcribing completed interviews, preparing for upcoming interviews, and requesting not-yet-confirmed interviews, I had a random thought.

“I really, really want to go see a movie.”

I go to the movies a lot, usually with my kid. Which is how I know all of the lines to “Steve’s Lava Chicken” from Minecraft. But I rarely see movies alone anymore—something I used to do on a regular basis.

While scrolling through the list of titles playing at our local Regal, I simultaneously ran through my schedule in my head, wondering how in the hell I was going to pull off seeing an afternoon matinee. That’s when it dawned on me: I AM MY OWN BOSS. I can take an afternoon off to watch a movie any time I damn well please!

Of course, I never do this. It never even dawns on me to do this because I usually have a to-do list a mile long. But damn it—I was bound and determine last week to treat myself to a few hours of in-theater movie watching. B…