Last evening marked the return of a series of free movies in Marion Square, so we joined a couple of friends to see Where the Wild Things Are despite the ominous weather forecast. This was also Finley’s first real adventure in a crowded scenario, unless you count King Street as “crowded”. A great set up with multiple local food vendors and a New Belgium tent with Mothership on tap created the makings of a good evening. Not to be, by no fault of the event organizers.
I wish I could tell you the movie was either (A) good (B) awful (C) a masterpiece or (D) a piece of something else, but I can’t. Shortly after we arrived, a gust of wind completely destroyed the large screen set up for the projection, which drew saddened whimpers from most of the children/Suzanne. Event workers were able to ad lib a bit to save the night by rigging the top of a vendor tent between two palmetto trees, and the movie began with only a time delay and the minor annoyance of a fluttering screen.
We were able to catch probably the first 12-14 seconds of the movie before chaos ensued. I’m not sure how many of you have seen this film but the first few moments are comprised of a small child squealing chasing his yipping, frightened dog down a wooden staircase with ambient sound all around. Because of our proximity to the speaker, the sound was so loud that it seems poor Finley believed she was the one being chased by a hellion kid who had already claimed one victim. She started going absolutely nuts in a state of complete confusion and panic, running underneath Missy’s lawn chair and claiming Kenzie’s baby blanket as her personal shield. I think the surrounding crowd thought we were sadistic dog beaters and we probably didn’t help to dismiss that perception by laughing hysterically.
Needless to say, that was the end of our evening. Finley pulled us all the way home like a rabid Marmaduke, shunning well-wishing pedestrians whom she would normally stop to visit with for long intervals. I think we now know the location of the wild thing.
This weekend promises to be a fun one: Charleston Race Week Regatta on Saturday, possible trip to Rockville, and Dog Day at the Riverdogs game Sunday, if Finley can overcome her trepidation of speakers (doubtful).