Fishsticks
This entry was posted on 3/24/2012 10:32 AM and is filed under blather, Movies, Kids.
The Hunger Games opened yesterday. We were so excited.
We (Josie, me and lots of our friends and relatives) had read all three books over a year ago. We were excited that they were making the movies and Josie showed me fan made trailers on youtube, called it to my attention whenever someone was cast in the movie and bought magazines if they featured cover stories on the making of the movie.
She and several of her friends even bought tickets to the midnight opener a month ago. They gathered here Thursday night to dress in costume; they all went as Capital citizens, dressed in weird costumes and face paint. Instead of face paint, Josie opted for two inch eyelashes and strategically placed rhinestones on her cheekbones. She wore a knee length black velvet jacket over knee high boots. She looked ridiculously gorgeous.
She didn't like the movie.
She said the problem wasn't that it started at midnight so she was tired, it wasn't that she had looked forward to it for so long or that the books were so good the movie couldn't live up to the hype. She said there were too many long close ups of the heroine, the violence was sanitized to the point of being dull and overall she was bored.
"I kept thinking 'oh, this part should be really cool!' and then it wasn't."
Turns out Zack was right. He told me months ago, when he was two chapters into the first book "they can't make a movie about kids killing and eating each other that will be any good with a PG13 rating."
Despite being out until 3 am, Josie was on time for school Friday morning. She came home and took a nap afterward so she'd be fresh for whatever Friday night activities her crew had cooked up.
It's March, so Jay's not around at night; too many basketball games to see. I bring this up only because I knew I'd be on my own for dinner.
I wanted salmon.
But I had to pick up a bunch of stuff at Aldi and they don't carry fresh salmon. The lines at the grocery store at dinner time on Fridays are ridiculous. You'd think there was a hurricane coming or something. My plan had been to pick up what I needed at the cheap store then hit Lunds for some fresh salmon on the way home. I decided I didn't want to stand in another line so I grabbed a box of fish filets instead.
I weighed the deliciousness of fresh salmon against the time, money and effort it would take and opted for the $2.49 box of fish sticks.
I took them home, threw them on a cookie sheet and waited for the oven to heat up.
Josie came in, just long enough to change her clothes between one social gathering and another.
She took one look at my dinner and said "Fish sticks? You're a grown woman, HOW LAZY ARE YOU?"
Pretty darn lazy.
They were awful.
