family Argh.

Today we drove for an HOUR to get up to north Tampa to go to MOSI and see an IMAX movie and the “Bodies” exhibit, an idea that had its genesis in my desire to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on IMAX and my mistaken belief that the MOSI dome was the only IMAX theater in this area, and an idea that had its exodus (as it were, whatever comes after genesis) in finding that the IMAX movie playing at MOSI was a piece of 3-D Christmas hilarity written and directed by Steve Oedekerk.

When we got to MOSI, there were two thousand people in line. Shoulder to shoulder. We walked in the handicapped entrance and out the main entrance and immediately went back to the car.

On 75, on the way home, I saw a billboard and thusly suggested maybe we could go to Channelside, where the other IMAX theater is, the one that IS showing Harry Potter. I wish I’d known about that one ahead of time. However, Jeff looked up the showtimes and it was only doing evening shows.

So we stopped at Westshore to see The Producers there, but the mall was so packed there was nowhere to park, and we were already pissed because we’d driven for ages the wrong way on Westshore, so we left.

When we got to 60, my dad turned off and saved the day: we went to Bahama Breeze and drank six of those crazy garnished-with-extra-liquor margaritas and had some pepper and onion quesadillas. That was lovely.

Then we came home. What a total disaster of a day—almost. Never go anywhere family- or shopping-oriented on December 26th. Good lord.