Tuesday night, all four of us went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Yes, we attended a Harry Potter opening. At midnight. During the work week.
“Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.” – Mortimer Brewster
We arrived at the theater an hour before the movie thinking that we were so late…that there would be a mile long line to stand in. But no! When we got there, the theater was calm and crowd free. Maybe a little busier than it should have been for a late Tuesday night, but no legion of Potter fans camped on the sidewalk.
That’s because they were already inside.
Apparently, the theater decided to just open up way early and let everyone sit. All five screens that they had planned to show it on were completely full. So, we stood in line while they took a “Pirates 3” theater and reeled up Harry. I think they wound up adding 3 theaters.
To start with, if you’re going to go to this movie and whine about the plot, then just go away. I’m as big a book Nazi as they come, but there is no way they could have filmed this huge book and kept everything in precise order without making a 15 hour movie. Yes, there were some things left out that I would like to have seen. Yes, there are some twists of logic that stretch things a bit far. However, none of these things takes away from this being a cool summer ride. I’m not going to talk further about the movie, because it’s only Thursday, and a lot of you haven’t seen it, yet.
Now to the snow day…
For us supposed adults, getting up to go to work after arriving home at 3 AM the night before is fine when you’re 25. When you’re 45…not so much. So, imagine my childlike glee when they called me from the office at 7:30 to tell me that the A/C was broken and that we should stay home!
Why can’t I be this lucky with the lottery?
Of course, that luck only extended to me. My poor spouse and daughter each had to go work an 8 hour day of retail, but this is my blog. Let them go and whine on their own. I got to sleep and play video games all day! Wheeeee!
(I’m so gonna get smacked when they read this.)