Merde

I wanted to go see Stay Alive tonight. So I go pick my friend up, drive down to the Paramount and it's fucking closed. The doors are locked and the manager comes out, we ask if they are playing movies tonight and they are not. We fail to ask why, but all the lights were on so it wasn't due to a power outage. My friend is a projectionist for the Cineplex, so if it was a projector problem I bet he probably could have fixed it. Fuck that pissed me off. I had a lot of movies that I wanted to see this week and this just killed my night. The real kicker was if I came early I could have found this out then could have gone over to Northhills in time to see Beuwolf and Grendal. Instead we ended up playing pool at the hotel where for the first time I got my ass kicked. Goddamit!!!