come along and laugh with and at me...

[bluecastle]

yeah. so tonight was just made of fail. Allow me to show you my fail, and then I am going to go and lie down vociferously as I can FEEL a major headache brewing and I can't call off disinterested two Tuesday's in a row.

So I get home from work -- all good.
Call my mother, as I do, every day. And she just wants to talk and talk and talk. Which normally is fine, but...
It's Monday, and my new year's resolution was to spend every Monday night (sans bad weather. see also last week) at the movies.
So I'm talking and heating up some homemade (by said mother) veggie soup and toast.
(Also parentals do not know of my movie resolution, as mother tends to freak out when I'm outside of my house during wintertime.)
By the time I get off the phone I have like 10 minutes to consume the soup and toast, and get my butt back in my car if I'm going to make it to the movies in time.
I am also trying to start my stove (the one in the living room for heat, not the usual kind in the kitchen) which went out at some point while I was at work.
And naturally the stove decides today is the day to get stroppy about it.

I hoovered down my soup in about 8 minutes flat, and kept poking at the stove as nothing was catching on fire.
And I kept poking, and suddenly it was 6:50 and I had planned to go to the 7:00 pm showing of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
So, I say fuck you to the stove, jack the thermostat up a bit so the cat doesn't freeze, and bust out the door.
It takes ~15 minutes to get to the movie theater, but I tell myself that even if I'm a few minutes late, there are always those pesky previews so I have a small window for error, time wise.

So I buzz up the pike, whip into the parking lot after around 13 minutes, park -- they're never all that busy on a Monday which is part of the reason I like going then, Whip up into the theater, and look up at the board and realize ...

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo isn't up there.

Yeah. I read the listing wrong. It's at the OTHER theater, on the other side of Uni-town ... another say 15 minutes away.

So I figure, I'll just see something else. No worries.
In fact the little girl on the register was only too obliging to tell me all of what was playing.
So I look at the options, and figure, oh, why not just go for the 7:00 pm showing of Mission Impossible 4. I'd wanted to see it, it was getting pretty good reviews, etc, so I said MI4 ...

... and she rang it up wrong, and then had to get the manager to come over and fix it.

At which point I was really laughing at just how bollocks'd up my evening was.

But, the manager did her thing. Oh, and because I was so flustered earlier I tried to pay with my work ID ... but that worked out because the manager thought I was a student, and gave me two bucks off the price! LOL

But at last I got my ticket, and stopped for a soda to wash down some painkillers. Paid. Got my cup -- it's self serve ...

And when I went to fill up the cup, the diet soda bubbled all over me and the cup and the machine ...

And then my first sip went down the wrong way, and I hacked my way back the hall to screen #3.

And slipped in just after (I think) the movie started.

OH LOLS.

But I had a good time watching said film!!! So there was that.

(I can't stop laughing at Jeremy Renner's line after a thing goes really really badly, and he's lying on the floor, barely not dead and says, "Next time I get to be the one to seduce the rich playboy." ;)

It was clever, and action packed, and tweaked the canon/franchise just enough to be really funny in weird moments.

Admittedly the bathroom stall was out of TP when I stopped on my way out of the theater, but I had kleenex, so that was okay.

And, I did manage to get the stove going once I got home and banged around at it for a while.

So. Home. Movied. Warm. And ready to go lie down in a dark room for a bit and try and will my headache away.

What a damn night. All good in the end. But wowee, what a lot of fail.