H2O for Pacaderms

After work went to see Water for Elephants.

I can see how the reviews I had gotten from so many people on whether or not they liked it or loathed were so mixed. I was able to suspend my disbelief enough to enjoy myself (except when every time they showed an American Flag it had 50 stars on it. In 1931, when this story takes place there were not 5o states. That and other historical inaccuracies aside, they did a decent job of abridging an entire novel into a two hour movie, but as I always say the book was better.

The actual event of the evening was this: The hawker in the ticket booth sold us tickets for Scream 4. Uh, no. We specifically stated Water for Elephants. It's a good thing I read books, because books is how people learn to read, and had I not been able to read we would have ended up in theatre 9 watching Scream 4 instead of in theatre 6 watching the movie we wanted to see in the first place. Ask for Water for Elephants, receive tickets for Scream 4, directed towards Scream 4 by the usher, realize there has been some mistake and makes own way to Water for Elephants just in time for a trailer for some zombie movie: which seems more appropriate to precede Scream 4 than it does Water for Elephants. Sit in the dark becoming paranoid that maybe the mistake was mine.

Then the movie started, and turns out I had been right the entire time.

It was loud in there too,
Maddie

Currently hearing: Silence, music's original alternative
currently reading: Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress"

PS
"To quote the quote-less is a quote in and of itself."