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So my mates and I went to the theatre last night to see the 12:30 am showing of Pirates of the Caribbean 2. We waited in line for two hours, smiling at all the pretty children dressed as pirates -- or gypsies or some strange combination of the two -- and were eventually sent into the theatre. We waited in our seats for a further hour. It was now 12:30. We waited. Nothing happened. We waited some more. Finally around 12:45 the lights dimmed, the audience cheered, the Lady in the Water trailer started up -- and then the lights came back on, the screen flickered and went dead. This continuous round of torture continued for a further half an hour, the movie starting and then stopping, our hopes rising and falling, our yawns getting increasingly wider and our curses gaining volume as the hour lengthened. Finally they informed us that the projector was broken and that the show was canceled.
Fuck!
It was now 1:30 am. We'd been there since 10:30 -- and for nothing! I wanted to see pirates!
*pouts* It's not fair.
Fuck!
It was now 1:30 am. We'd been there since 10:30 -- and for nothing! I wanted to see pirates!
*pouts* It's not fair.