Summer's here, and we finally went to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie. My family waited for me to come back from my big adventure to Denmark, and this was the first chance we've had to go see a movie. We had diligently watched the two previous Pirates (thanks to the convenience of Netflix), so we were ready to view the continuing saga of Captain Jack Sparrow.
Well, with all of this build-up, we were bound to be disappointed. It was good fun ... for a while. The theater we went to -- the beautiful Grand Lake Theater -- serves free popcorn, so we each had our own popcorn. We also each bought a bottle of water to drink with our salty popcorn, and by the second or third battle scene, I really needed to go to the bathroom. Really. Badly. I kept thinking I could hold out till the movie ended, but this flick was relentless. Just kept going on and on and on. Plus, all those oceanic battle scenes, with all that water sloshing around ... wave after wave ... splashing mercilessly across the screen ... well, it was just too much for me to take. I finally gave in and ran to the bathroom to relieve myself during one of the battle scenes. Of course, when I returned, the battle was still not over. Then, my daughter needed to go. I took her to the bathroom, and when we returned, the battle was still not over.
Finally, the movie ended and the credits began to roll. My son ran to the bathroom, followed by my husband -- apparently, they were able to hold it better than me and my daughter -- maybe all the battle scenes were a big enough distraction to the boys, and the sloshing water did not have the same effect on them. Whatever the case, we were all able to relieve ourselves, and I was especially relieved that the movie was over.
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