people say I’m a marshmallow

A few weeks ago I got an email saying that tickets for the Veronica Mars movie were available, and that there would only be one showing in Saskatoon. You better believe I purchased a ticket right away. Well, I bought two, assuming that I’d be able to find someone to go with, but then I learned that everyone I know is apparently busy on Thursday nights, including my husband, and they’re all in the same place. So I went by myself, which apparently I tend to do for fandom-type movies.

I’m completely ok with going to movies by myself. I’ve done it a couple times when I’ve needed a break from life and a couple times when I wanted to see a movie no one else wanted to see.

I walked into the already-full theatre and scanned the place for an empty seat. I found one, asked the lady beside it if it was taken, and sat myself down. She started talking to me, as did the people in front of us. I don’t know their names, but we’re BFFs now. We talked about all three seasons, who our favourite characters were, what episodes were the best one, etc. It was all magical and stuff. I admitted that I’d already seen the movie on iTunes, but promised not to give away any spoilers.

The thing I love about movies that are basically sequels to cancelled-too-soon TV series is that the writers give the fans what they want. This movie was brilliant like that. It had inside jokes, it had favourite minor characters, it had sad moments that made me sad, it tied up loose ends. Firefly’s Serenity did the same thing, though I’m still mad at Joss Whedon for killing Wash.

I left the theatre on a high and ran to my car because it was dark and I’m afraid of the dark. I blame Tom and all those scary movies he made me watch while freaking the tar out of me during tense scenes. As soon as I pulled out onto the street, I noticed something flapping on the wiper blade. A parking ticket. Because OF COURSE. I’d paid in advance for parking, but apparently I hadn’t estimated the time properly.

I didn’t stop to take it off. It seemed to be pretty secure where it was. When I got home and compared my paystub to the ticket, there was a five minute discrepancy. I paid up till 8:47. I got the ticket at 8:52. Jerks. And no, that’s not my van. It’s my mother-in-law’s car. But don’t worry, Sue. I paid the ticket already. It was a lot more expensive than the 50 cents it would have taken to increase my time by 15 minutes. I miss small-town free parking.

If you’ve seen the movie, what were your favourite parts? Favourite line(s)? Was there anything you didn’t like?