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May 4th, I turned 42. This was also the day I left for my trip back east to see my father. I spent he day trying to answer every FaceBook happy birthday post with a rage face. Some of them fit, most of them didn't, and by the end of the day I was out of faces to use. But it was fun.
Andy and I left immediately after I got off work, and headed to Casper, where we would stay for the night before I got on the plane in the morning. For the past ten years, we'd go see a movie on my birthday (usually) because (usually) some blockbuster was being released that weekend. In 2002, we were in Pensacola, Florida and the movie was Spider-man; a decade later, it was Marvel's The Avengers.
We got to the theatre in time for the 7:50 p.m. showing, only to find out it was sold out. This was not unexpected; sadly, the theatre was not selling tickets online. We took this better than one eight-year old child, who had the most amazing screaming melt down I have ever seen- it included tears, stomping, and jumping up and down. Textbook tantrum. Andy and I debated getting tickets for the 10 p.m. showing, knowing I had to be at the airport at 6 a.m., but figured it would be worth it. In retrospect, if I'd known how long the movie was, I'd probably have waited. But I'm glad we didn't, because the film was fantastic. I think it's the best superhero movie made to date, and one of the few movies ever that I want to go see again in the theatre. I could not find one thing wrong with it.
To kill time before the show, we went and had my birthday dinner at Olive Garden. I've never eaten at one, and while the dinner was so-so, the breadsticks and soup were great, and combined with the strawberry-lemonade-vodka drink I had, Andy and I would gladly go back for soup and sticks alone.
After the movie, we went back to the hotel to grab a few hours sleep before heading to the airport at 6. It was going to be a short night, and a long trip.
May 4th, I turned 42. This was also the day I left for my trip back east to see my father. I spent he day trying to answer every FaceBook happy birthday post with a rage face. Some of them fit, most of them didn't, and by the end of the day I was out of faces to use. But it was fun.
Andy and I left immediately after I got off work, and headed to Casper, where we would stay for the night before I got on the plane in the morning. For the past ten years, we'd go see a movie on my birthday (usually) because (usually) some blockbuster was being released that weekend. In 2002, we were in Pensacola, Florida and the movie was Spider-man; a decade later, it was Marvel's The Avengers.
We got to the theatre in time for the 7:50 p.m. showing, only to find out it was sold out. This was not unexpected; sadly, the theatre was not selling tickets online. We took this better than one eight-year old child, who had the most amazing screaming melt down I have ever seen- it included tears, stomping, and jumping up and down. Textbook tantrum. Andy and I debated getting tickets for the 10 p.m. showing, knowing I had to be at the airport at 6 a.m., but figured it would be worth it. In retrospect, if I'd known how long the movie was, I'd probably have waited. But I'm glad we didn't, because the film was fantastic. I think it's the best superhero movie made to date, and one of the few movies ever that I want to go see again in the theatre. I could not find one thing wrong with it.
To kill time before the show, we went and had my birthday dinner at Olive Garden. I've never eaten at one, and while the dinner was so-so, the breadsticks and soup were great, and combined with the strawberry-lemonade-vodka drink I had, Andy and I would gladly go back for soup and sticks alone.
After the movie, we went back to the hotel to grab a few hours sleep before heading to the airport at 6. It was going to be a short night, and a long trip.
