This weekend we had plans to celebrate Diana's birthday. I had signed both her and my dear friend Gwen up along with me for a second chocolate cooking class on Saturday morning. Friday night we had word that the class was canceled due to weather.
I made Diana's favorite cookies and a nice meal at home instead and we waited for the snow to ease up so we could go see The Hobbit: the Desolation of Smaug on Saturday evening. I had gotten discounted vouchers ahead of time and the kids went to pick up the tickets earlier in the week. Alas, the theater was closed Saturday night due to the weather.
We decided to go tonight instead since the theater said they'd honor the tickets for another showing. There was just one problem. The tickets were no where to be found. They vanished into thin air. Fortunately, I still had the receipt for the vouchers so I was able to get replacement tickets at no extra charge. I was quite annoyed by the thought I might have to buy these tickets twice and glad to not have my wallet further depleted.
Dear readers, I think perhaps we should have eaten the loss. It may have been the universe's way of trying to keep us from the onscreen tragedy....unintentional though it was. The movie was among the worst I have ever seen. The couple next to me left early. The audience laughed and groaned in places where the director surely did not intend. I would not have been surprised to see popcorn lobbed at the screen.
I'd sum up my review with the following image.
Diana's review, however, was far more poetic.
"When Peter Jackson lost all that weight half
was from his brain, the other half from his soul. He lost all
connection to art and reason then ruined my favorite book."
I'm now doubly glad I didn't pay for this mess twice!