Wow. I've never realized that the AMC 8 in Burbank is run by retarded monkeys. But now I do and I know better than to ever go there again..

Last night Rob and I decided to head over to the AMC 8 to see the re-make of Amityville. It's something we had been wanting to see for awhile now. I loved the original and Rob's never seen it. We got our tickets for the 6:55 showing, killed some time in the mall, and then headed into the theatre.

The screen went from the advertisement slides to the "pre-show countdown" (which is just more ads). After that, the screen went back to the advertisement slides. That's not normal, usually the previews start. After about five minutes Rob headed out to see what was going on. He spoke with some people who told him the projectionist was running behind and that the movie should start in about ten minutes. Okay, no big. It's a short movie anyway. Eventually the previews did start up and so the did the movie... the wrong movie. We were there to see Amityville, and Kingdom of Heaven started playing. WTF???

Rob went back out to see what the hell was going on. Apparently, the person he talked to changed the sign outside the theatre from Amityville to Kingdom of Heaven because Kingdom of Heaven was going to be playing in that theatre tomorrow. They also changed the movie reel. This all happened while we were sitting in the theatre and these people knew we were there for Amityville. How annoying is that???

We were then told that they could change the reel back to Amityville, but it would take at least a half hour. By this time, it was already 45 minutes after the movie was supposed to start. Fuck that. We wanted our money back. One of the employees then tried to convince us to see Star Wars instead because it's just sooooo cool. Bleh. No thank you. I'll see that with Rob down the road when the crowds die down, but that's only because he's interested in seeing it. I have no interest in Star Wars and was so not in the mood for it last night.

The thing that really pissed me off is that they wouldn't give us our money back - they would only give us passes for a free movie. I think I would rather have had the cash. But, at least the passes can be used at any AMC, because there's no way in hell we'll be going back there. They also gave us two coupons for a free soda. Whoop-de-fucking-do.

So, we headed down to P.F. Chang's for dinner. The wait was only 15 minutes or so and we spent that time marvelling at the incompitence of the AMC 8 employees. And the fact that the guy we were dealing with was grinning like a pig in shit the whole time. I think he thought it was funny. We'll see how fucking funny he thinks it is when we call the theatre manager and tell them just how pissed we are at the theatre.

At least dinner was good and we had a cool waiter. After dinner we made a stop in Mervyn's so that Rob could pick up a few work shirts and then we headed out of Burbank. On the way home we stopped off at the drug store for some necessities and dealt with a rather rude pharmacist who decided to yell out a medical problem I'm having for the whole store to hear. Nice. Since unlike the pharmacist I don't want the world to know what's going on, I'll post about that incident privately.

After the drug store we headed back home where we worked on a D&D character that I'm thinking about playing in a one on one game with just Rob, watched the news, and went to bed. Well, we went to bed, but Rob was the only one who went to sleep. I had another bout of insomnia and fiddled around on the internet until 5:30am.

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