The Guardians of the Galaxy post report (no spoilers)

Folks, you all are awesome. Thanks to everyone that responded to my last post. As it turns out, the folks at Regal Cinemas – at least the ones here in Fredericksburg – deserve a rock solid thumbs up with both opposable thumbs, so use ‘em if you got ‘em. After explaining what happened, and willing to accept that I might have just paid for the most expensive viewing of this movie possible – they honored our previous tickets and refunded us the money for the tickets I bought today (in my panic).

Was it worth it?

You bet your galaxy! I’d gush, but then I’d be spoiling. I AM GROOT!!!!

Guardians of the Galaxy Has You Covered | All ...
Guardians of the Galaxy Has You Covered | All New Trailer (Photo credit: BagoGames)

I blame Rocket Raccoon.

Cover to Rocket Raccoon #1.
Cover to Rocket Raccoon #1. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I was a kid, I read the entire short line of Rocket Raccoon.

A few years ago, I got a great deal on Marvel Unlimited and so, for a year, I read a large swath of Marvel’s back catalog, including a revisit to Rocket Raccoon. Needless to say, it didn’t live up to the hype of nostalgia, but it was still great to see. That’s also when I discovered that he had been revived as part of the Guardians of the Galaxy, a series that was actually a lot of fun.

So when they said a movie was coming out, I was on top of it. Our oldest two kids, also big comic fans in their own ways, were on board. The more ads we saw, the more we were ready. I even did the unthinkable – I bought opening day tickets for the three of us.

We had it all planned. I’d have an evening with the older two, a light dinner, snacks at the theater. Mom would stay home with the youngest, do some bonding, watching Home Alone 2 (youngest’s choice movie), all would be good.

Guardians of the Galaxy (2008 team)
Guardians of the Galaxy (2008 team) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If only opening day was the same day as they blasted in all of the ads. You see, I’m sitting here, on Friday morning, looking at a Fandango pass for three tickets for opening day. Thursday night.

I knew I had a tough choice to make – disappoint two kids that have been looking forward to this since before summer began, or try and get more tickets. Of course, the first thing I did was call the theater, but it was too early in the day. And back on Fandango, there’s a little countdown that says if I want tickets to this afternoon’s show, I have less than six minutes to buy them.

Bah. Panicking, I succumb and buy them. Only to discover moments later that the theater will honor them. OK, its been less than a minute since the transaction was recorded, there’s still a chance if I act fast Fandango can help me out and cancel my second order. Except their system is in maintenance mode right now, sorry, try again later this afternoon when it won’t do you any good.

So much for 24/7 support, eh? And here we are with three extra tickets. Now it’s more imperative than ever that this show doesn’t fail to live up to the hype, because these have become some really expensive tickets.

BTW, going to see a movie today ;)

Like fiction, life is sometimes in threes

My wife and I often joke that things happen to us in threes. It isn’t a funny joke, but more of a black humor born of too many years where for every trauma, there are generally two more following right behind it. True, this is the human mind assigning patterns where there are none, as in the case I’m about to relate – but it doesn’t make the pain of the events any less real.

I’ve already related about the dishwasher event last month, and how we finally got our floors back a week and a half ago. While the originating event was six or more weeks ago now, its conclusion was just last week, so it’s fresh in our minds. So fresh, in fact, that when this week started to turn sour, we immediately looked for the rest of the triumvirate of Fates.

In fiction, we are often reminded of the power of threes. Not just in the three act structure, but in the content of the story – three wishes, three bears, etc. We like threes, and as storytellers we add them reflexively just as much as seeking them out when fitting something to the pattern. This is why when we look at what happened in the last few days, we automatically fit the events into the pattern of the three.

Our tale is short but bittersweet. Thursday night, after a somewhat warm day, we noticed that the house wasn’t as cool as it should be. In fact, it was in the upper 80′s, despite the thermostat being set lower. Yep – the AC was dead. Luckily, in the end, not as dead as dead could be, but close enough.

The next day, while waiting for the AC repair guy to come out (luckily it was just a few parts, not the whole unit), my wife’s van wouldn’t start. We’d had plans to replace both my car and the van, but those plans had involved words like “eventually” and “when we can afford to,” not “NOW, because we need at least one reliable vehicle to survive.” While we eventually got the van to start, it was clear to us we had a choice – use the money we’d saved for a downpayment to get the van fixed, letting us remain a 2 car family, but with limited life expectancy in our vehicles (my car was on the verge of hitting 200k), or trade both in and get that new car now.

You can guess where this is going.

Yesterday afternoon, we became a one car family again, and the proud owners of a 2015 Subaru Forester. It’s the base, bare bones model – it also has more bells and whistles than any other car we’ve owned before this (helps when you only buy cars once every 8 or 10 years :)). I won’t deny it will be a challenge having only one vehicle, but with my working from home this year, we think it will be doable. Have mercy.

And now, the obligatory photos!

Saying goodbye to our old cars

Hello new car!

In its full glory