.: punk'd by penguins :.

So I was all set last night to go see March of the Penguins at a theater downtown (the Lincoln) that I have never been to before. We get there 15 minutes early, and much to our surprise, the ticket prices are a $6 donation. Failing to assess the situation, we pay the lady at the front, we grab our tub of popcorn, and we sit down in somewhat empty theater (there were only about a dozen people in there). So there I am with incredible seats to what should be an incredible movie. Nevermind there is a slide projector right behind my head, and posters for the Humane Society at the front of the theater - I was too caught up in the fact that I finally got to see this movie.

Now the problem is that I have been told that the Lincoln Theater often has extra stuff before and after some of the films they show. They will typically have actors, directors, or some person affiliated with that particular movie come and introduce the film, tell a little bit about their experience making it, and the like. So during the 15 minute slide presentation for the Humane Society, I am just thinking that they are taking advantage of our coming to this movie to make us aware of a good cause. But then, as some old guy took the stage and began his own slideshow of him and his wife's trip to some far-off place to see penguins and other arctic wildlife, I started to grow extremely suspicious of just when the real movie was going to start.

Needless to say, March of the Penguins was not showing last night! Nooo... in fact, it's last night of showing was the night before. Last night was a "special" night in which we could come pay $6 for a slideshow of some crazy people's slides of penguins. 45 minutes into the program, I was furious (did I mention I was sitting right in front of the project, so everytime I sat up to soothe my sore back, my head popped up in shadow form on the screen of penguins?). I started formulating a plan within my head as to how to get my money back, and if they didn't give it back to me, how I could best burn that theater down as quickly as possible. My parents encouraged me to laugh about it, but if they hadn't been there, I was fully prepared to make a scene and get my cash back. Instead, the Humane Society came out $18 richer because I cannot read a simple newspaper ad correctly (it was 7:30 PM last Thursday, not this Thursday!).

I didn't even have fun... that was, until the narrator said "weiner seals". I guess that made the $6 all worth it!