Movies And Air Travel
Dec. 1st, 2014 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoySo what's that? Mom left early for Thanksgiving in California, leaving Dad and me to follow her later? You know what that means! Time for Adventures With Dad!
Friday
DAD: Well, shall we watch a movie together? We've got some science fiction ones here. Like that Tom Cruise one. Or Transformers 4!
ME: Ooh, I haven't seen Guardians of the Galaxy!
DAD: Or we could watch Transformers!
ME: And I can't stand Tom Cruise, but yeah, Emily Blunt is pretty great. And I like the idea of being stuck in a video game.
DAD: Let's just watch the Transformers trailer.
ME: I rather want--
DAD: TRANSFORMERS
ME: FINE
Hour 427 of Transformers 4
DAD: I have no idea what is going on.
ME: God this movie is a mess but Optimus Christ just punched Grimlock into an alliance and is riding him like Yoshi so everything's cool I guess.
And then I was useless for weeks, because even terrible Transformers movies* leave me on a giant robot high that only subsides after a month or two.
Saturday
DAD: Tonight, you want to go to Interstellar?
ME: ARE THERE TRANSFORMERS IN IT
DAD: No, but your sister's been on a movie high from that one. We could go see it!
ME: For the record, it's three hours long and we can't pause for bathroom breaks in the theater.
DAD: OR we could stay in and watch this Live/Die/Repeat one.
ME: ARE THERE TRANSFORMERS IN THAT
DAD: Just make the popcorn.
It Was Like Being In A Video Game
DAD: Well, I'll admit that was a much better movie than our previous selection.
ME: Yeah, but it could have used more Optimus Prime.
DAD: You say that about everything.
ME: Look, you're the one who insisted we watch Transformers last night.
Then, We Struck Out For California
DAD: Your mom says I'm an anxious traveler but I'm not. I'm just thinking about whether we'll get there in time how we'll park the car in the park'n'fly lot and how we'll get through security and what if I lose my suitcase and how many people are traveling for Thanksgiving and where they're all going and whether I'll be called on to do neurosurgery even though I'm off call for once and just my general existential crises.
ME: Well, we've found a parking space, so that's a start. Although at this point I rather hate to head back east toward the airport. It's like we're halfway to Sacramento already!
Dad's Fears Realized
We got through security, onto the plane, back off the plane in Sacramento, and through baggage claim all right. It seemed Dad's worries were going to be all for naught, right up until we were standing at the station for the rental car shuttles and one guy got hit by a bus.
Fortunately it was just a slowing bus that clipped his knee as he stepped off the curb. But it was spectacular.
BUS: BONK
GUY: WHOA! *spins out and whacks his head on the pavement*
ME: ... I guess you're on call after all.
As a couple of insurance paperwork types materialized out of thin air to file incident reports, Dad gave the dazed guy a cursory neuro exam.
DAD: Well, the good news is you don't have a brain bleed. We're not going to have to open a burr hole in your head.
ME: And here I smuggled this pocket knife in my suitcase for nothing.
Once the paramedics showed up (not nearly as quickly as the paperwork guys) we felt we could safely leave the guy with an interesting story for Thanksgiving. And we were on our way to our own Thanksgiving with relatives. Tune in for those stories next time, as we elaborate on Adventures With Relatives (So. Many. Relatives)!
*So, all of them.
Friday
DAD: Well, shall we watch a movie together? We've got some science fiction ones here. Like that Tom Cruise one. Or Transformers 4!
ME: Ooh, I haven't seen Guardians of the Galaxy!
DAD: Or we could watch Transformers!
ME: And I can't stand Tom Cruise, but yeah, Emily Blunt is pretty great. And I like the idea of being stuck in a video game.
DAD: Let's just watch the Transformers trailer.
ME: I rather want--
DAD: TRANSFORMERS
ME: FINE
Hour 427 of Transformers 4
DAD: I have no idea what is going on.
ME: God this movie is a mess but Optimus Christ just punched Grimlock into an alliance and is riding him like Yoshi so everything's cool I guess.
And then I was useless for weeks, because even terrible Transformers movies* leave me on a giant robot high that only subsides after a month or two.
Saturday
DAD: Tonight, you want to go to Interstellar?
ME: ARE THERE TRANSFORMERS IN IT
DAD: No, but your sister's been on a movie high from that one. We could go see it!
ME: For the record, it's three hours long and we can't pause for bathroom breaks in the theater.
DAD: OR we could stay in and watch this Live/Die/Repeat one.
ME: ARE THERE TRANSFORMERS IN THAT
DAD: Just make the popcorn.
It Was Like Being In A Video Game
DAD: Well, I'll admit that was a much better movie than our previous selection.
ME: Yeah, but it could have used more Optimus Prime.
DAD: You say that about everything.
ME: Look, you're the one who insisted we watch Transformers last night.
Then, We Struck Out For California
DAD: Your mom says I'm an anxious traveler but I'm not. I'm just thinking about whether we'll get there in time how we'll park the car in the park'n'fly lot and how we'll get through security and what if I lose my suitcase and how many people are traveling for Thanksgiving and where they're all going and whether I'll be called on to do neurosurgery even though I'm off call for once and just my general existential crises.
ME: Well, we've found a parking space, so that's a start. Although at this point I rather hate to head back east toward the airport. It's like we're halfway to Sacramento already!
Dad's Fears Realized
We got through security, onto the plane, back off the plane in Sacramento, and through baggage claim all right. It seemed Dad's worries were going to be all for naught, right up until we were standing at the station for the rental car shuttles and one guy got hit by a bus.
Fortunately it was just a slowing bus that clipped his knee as he stepped off the curb. But it was spectacular.
BUS: BONK
GUY: WHOA! *spins out and whacks his head on the pavement*
ME: ... I guess you're on call after all.
As a couple of insurance paperwork types materialized out of thin air to file incident reports, Dad gave the dazed guy a cursory neuro exam.
DAD: Well, the good news is you don't have a brain bleed. We're not going to have to open a burr hole in your head.
ME: And here I smuggled this pocket knife in my suitcase for nothing.
Once the paramedics showed up (not nearly as quickly as the paperwork guys) we felt we could safely leave the guy with an interesting story for Thanksgiving. And we were on our way to our own Thanksgiving with relatives. Tune in for those stories next time, as we elaborate on Adventures With Relatives (So. Many. Relatives)!
*So, all of them.
