We interrupt your regularly scheduled nerd ranting and analyzation to bring you a story of 2 gentlemen wandering in West Natick, MA...
So let me preface. My friend Rich and I both wanted to see Avatar. We are probably the last 2 people in our age group to go see it. I've heard nothing but good things, not to mention the sound design potential of epic sci-fi movies. Speaking of epic, our goal was to see it in IMAX 3D, of which, the closest is about 20 miles away. Bleh. The commuter rail goes out that way however, so being the adventurous type that we are we decide it will be fine. Yay! We can even catch an express train and get there early for some food. Here's a map.
So I head out to get to South Station at 4:30 to catch a 5pm train. No problem. Got there around 4:35. Rich called me around 4:50 saying he'd probably just make it, but I should buy his ticket. So I buy 2 tickets. Get a call around 5:01 saying he was "There at north station." But wait, it it was south station we needed to be at. *Sigh* He gets back on the train so we can try to make the 5:15. Point Rich.
Another call around 5:17 saying he was now there and where was I. At that moment, I realized, I was in fact at back bay station, and not south station either. *SIGH* I get on the train and we keep hoping for the best. Point Ed.
I get to south station. It's rush hour. I'm running around trying to get a ticket that I didn't need to get because I already bought 2. We find each other, laugh like old timey chums and run to the train. Found a seat (poor guy next to us) and starting trying to figure out how to get from the train station to the theater. Here's another map. I highly recommend the Satellite view as well so you can see all the forest area, backyards and fences.
Once we're off the train, Rich starts getting a bit tired. It's cold, we're walking in some unknown suburbia and he got about 4 hours of sleep last night. He has decided that the best way to get there is by finding some path behind houses and through woods, in the dark. Point Rich. I also really don't like the idea of trespassing though peoples yards, cuz I'm a little bitch. (It's ok. I know it.) We make it to a dead end road where we think we might be able to get through. Keeping along the bushes, we tramples some families snow to find a wooden fence that we can't scale. *SIGH!!!*.
Rich has slipped and fallen once and it's pretty cold. I'm more stressed about the fact that we're already 30 minutes past the advertised time of the movie. However, it is a 170 minute movie and there are previews. Not so bad. Try #2 was a success. We went down the road a bit and found another place that looked like we could get through. This new path, while it does get us through, we have to cross a small wooden home made bridge across a frozen creek. Suffice it so say, Rich went first. Point Ed.
Finally, some good news. We make it across just fine, and we can actually see the theater. It's right there! Only... 3 foot ball fields in a straight line. But this is car country. It's also up about 400 feet on a massive hill that is a winding drive way with no side walk in sight. *SIIIIIIIGGGGH*. Once again, it's cold, we're getting hungry, and we're approaching 40 minutes into the feature.
As we journey up the hill through the snow, I can't help but be reminded of a certain story involving hobbits and a magic ring, only we actually want to be where we're going. This place is attached to a massive furniture store. All I can say is IKEA done in New Orleans/American style. We get into the building, amazed that we're still standing and we actually made it here. I approach a woman and ask where I can get tickets. "Did you buy them already?" "Uh, no." "Because it's all sold out." "Awesome." Point both of us. (I mean, it's Monday night. Popular movie aside, really? Sold out? Ok fine.)
Defeated by James Cameron's talent, we look for food. This place starts getting really surreal. Think Streets of New Orleans + Techno Club lined with themed furniture stores, complete with animatronics and creepy clowns. We left. Point Jordan's Furniture?
We got some mediocre dinner at an attached restaurant because otherwise Rich would have feinted. After food, it's time to go home. Taking a look at the commuter rail schedules, the next train is conveniently leaving next at 12:36AM. That's fine. We'll just tramp back through the snow and back yards until– WHAT? How is there a break in the train schedule for 5 hours?!? I wasn't even aware they could do that, like legally or something. How were we even going to get home in the first place? Point us.
So we start calling anyone and everyone who might have a car nearby that could come get us that we'd be in great debt to. (Sorry Sam, Kerry and Eric.) A sight bit of panic sets in, because the subway in Boston stops at the hour of about 1am. Far before we'd return. All is not lost however, there is a train that hits Framingham (one stop away) at 8:27 which is almost exactly 1 hour from that point. I was done taking chances (and Rich was too) so I called a cab to get us there. We finished dinner, get in the cab, ride to the stop ($14 all together) and get on the train. Once on the train, we discovered something. Did you know that tickets for a different stop aren't necessarily valid and you might have to buy more on the train? Cool huh?! 2 Points us. (Also, Rich, you still owe me $7.75 for your ticket)
So, we've made it home safely and we're all fine and it all didn't end in tears. More laughter actually. It's that weird laugher that you get after you're up for way too long and things just aren't going well. It was this weird, slightly terrifying, absolutely ridiculous adventure that didn't end up at all the way we hoped it would at 2pm yesterday. However, such is life. I won't forget it anytime soon. Thanks Rich. It was a fun night.