On Tuesday night, Darryl and I headed on down to Silvercity to see the brand new, totally great Harry Potter movie. We pre-purchased the tickets online, and assumed there would be waiting in line outside, since that's the norm for an event where there are many theatres airing the same movie at a special time. We got there at 11:30pm and were told to walk right in. 45 minutes early, and there were almost no seats left and we had to sit near the front. It makes no sense to me that since everyone had pre-purchased tickets, they saw the need to get into the theatre so early. Freaks.
So, the movie started 15 minutes late. It was quite enjoyable, and I am trying to find a download so I can see it again ASAP [fail so far] but it meant we were 4 minutes late for the last bus of the night. Our choices were to spend the very little money we had on a taxi [instant no], walk a long distance home [possible] or wait until the first bus of the morning. Apparently that bus was only 90 minutes away, so we chose that option, along with a few other people.
It floors me that they cut service for 90 minutes. Just make it 24 damn hours! We killed the time by walking around. It also gave me a weak premise to take grainy nighttime camera phone pictures for a blog post!
Our stroll brought us to my place of employment. What fun!
After our tour of the darkened Gloucester shopping area, we headed back to Blair Station, where we totally spent some time riding the elevator up and down.
I took a picture of Darryl.
But something was missing.
We decided to find out where the long tunnel lead to.
Apparently it goes over the Queensway. It wasn't busy, but we waved at some passing cars. Good times.
We walked all the way to the end, for that true Blair Station experience.
The 95 came at 4:30am, and we got to Darryl's place at 5, after more waiting at Hurdman for the 97. Much sleeping followed.