I was really excited basically all Friday at school. One, because Friday was Lemony Snicket Day, and two, because Adam was coming back home from college and visiting! I was so hopped up on excitement (or maybe just carbohydrates) that I could not concentrate at all on my homework. I usually have my homework done before I go home, doing it during study hall or lunch. Friday, though, I didn’t get any homework done, so I have like a kagillion pages of work to do now.
Maybe I was overreacting a little bit. After all, Lemony Snicket is no Harry Potter. Still, though, it’s LEMONY SNICKET. I was FREAKING out! I dashed home and found the soonest movie times! I SO didn’t want the movie to stink. The preview made it look so crappy….. but it was a preview. So. My sister got home, called her friend Taylor to come to the movie with us, too. We left at about 4:30 for the 4:45 showing. I was extremely talkative and TOTALLY hyper all the way to the movie. “Oh my GOSH, DAD! We only have ONE MINUTE before the movie starts! HURRY!” Said I about a block away from the theater.
We got into the theater, bought four tickets, persuaded my sister from buying snacks, and rushed past the ticket people. My father had to go to the bathroom, so my sister, her friend, and I decided to go ahead into the theater. We got seats, watched a few trailers…. my father still hadn’t come back.
Now, this sort of thing had happened before at a movie. My family went to see X-Men 2 and my mother left the theater to do something but accidentally went into the wrong theater, thus seeing the ending of the movie about an hour early. She realized she had made a mistake and went back to the correct theater and saw the ending again.
Worried that that sort of event might repeat itself, I started to have a tiny anxiety attack. I didn’t want the movie to be ruined for me because of my father not being there! I went back to the bathroom and checked for my father. He wasn’t there. I came back to the theater and my sister went out to buy treats and said that my father wasn’t in the lobby, either.
The movie started and ended. It was pretty good. For the most part. My main complaints are that it was a bit too condensed, that they gave away things in the movie that haven’t even been given away in the books yet, and that it was a bit too childish. Anyway.
We still hadn’t found my father, so we decided to check a few theaters to see if had had accidentally gone to see the movie. No luck there. We had a few ideas of what might have happened to him. Perhaps somebody had murdered him while on the toilet and he was then in the hospital, but since he for some reason had no ID on him, they hadn’t notified any of the family members yet. Or perhaps he was straining too hard on the toilet and had a heart attack. I refused to go back into the bathroom to check if he was there at the thought of finding my dead father in one of the stalls. Turns it it was none of those things. My father had come into the theater and instead of searching the theater for us, just sat closer to the front of the theater.
Anywho, when we got home, I immediately started straightening up the room for Adam was sleeping over that night. Even though my sister had her friend sleeping over as well, I had called dibs on the pull out mattress. Last time Adam slept over, he ended up having to sleep on the floor. His back made a bunch of unpleasant noises in the morning after that. So, I set up the mattress on the floor of my room.
Adam got to my house at about 11:30. From there, we decided to go rent some movies. Although it was somewhat creepy walking through a somewhat dodgy end of the neighborhood and a large, vacant parking lot to get there, it was pretty fun nonetheless.
After about four hours of sleep, we woke up and watched Sex and The City on DVD, did some interneting, and just were lazy the rest of the day. So now my mind is officially mush and I have like, five tons of homework to do by Monday. Rrrg. Right when we’re about to start the holidays, too!