Yeah, so our sitter shows up and we make the drive out to Mt. Holyoke, and climb the 14 flights of stairs to the Tower Theater box office, and tell the guy behind the counter “Two for Snakes on a Plane, please,” and he looks at me and says, “you're kidding, right?” and I say “nooooo…” and he says, “Snakes on a Plane doesn't open until tomorrow.” And our sitter is going out of town tomorrow and is unable to watch the baby, and Massachusetts sucks, and it's a crap summer, and BLAH. Hatin' life.