Rachelsey at the Movies: Ant-man and The Wasp

Ant-man and The Wasp is another installment in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) that came out early July 2018. We see all the Marvel movies at the theaters, so this one wasn’t an exception.

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The MCU and the Movies

I’ve heard some complaints about what the MCU has done to the modern movie-going experience. With the universe-building and seemingly never-ending line of “sequels” moviegoers no longer get the benefit of walking away from a complete, single movie. Instead you’re treated to endings that always set up the next installment. And, due to the popularity of these money-making motion pictures, cinemas are chockfull of these over-the-top action adventures year-round.

I get it.

But, as it would seem, we have little control over this superhero phenomenon. And if you do try to exert your control, you have more success cementing your role as a curmudgeon than exacting any real change.

So, I’ve taken the side of curiosity. I’m curious to see where this will all go. Likely, one day the MCU, at least in its current form, will come to a lackluster end as its last several movies pull in lower and lower numbers at the box office. But what I would love to see, as we all deal with the beginnings of superhero fatigue, is for the filmmakers to take some risks and diverge from the formulaic and expected. We’ve already seen this with Thor: Ragnorak, and I think we see it again with Ant-man and The Wasp (from here on out let’s call it ATW).

With the success of these off-the-beaten-path installments, I think we’ll see the MCU continue to take risks, and I’m optimistic about where this will lead.

Ant-man and The Wasp: Go, Wait or Skip?

This edition of Rachelsey at the Movies delivered a unanimous “Go!” from everyone involved (special guests on the show this week!).

The live “studio” audience had me a little nervous, so although I gave a few reasons why anyone should go and see this movie, I wanted to explain a bit more here.


What I Liked

Making regular sized things tiny, and small things giant is funny. It just makes for good comedy. And ATW does this without overdoing it.

The villains! Yes, there’s more than one. First, there’s some white collar gangster types. They’re not necessarily integral to the storyline but it makes for some variety in the story, breaking up the monotony.

The main villain: Ghost. It’s been said the MCU has trouble with its villains, Loki and now Thanos being exceptions, but I think Ghost, otherwise known as Ava, can be added to the shortlist of well done villains.


Ava is complex and the character invites the audience to empathize. We learn that Ava lost both of her parents in some sort of a quantum explosion that she survives, but with lasting molecular effects that leave her fading in and out of existence. Ava explains that she was drafted by Shield where she was trained and weaponized. We can infer that Ava never processed her childhood trauma and that the Shield training just further traumatized her.

On top of her complexity as a villain, the whole situation is not over-the-top. What I mean is that Ava is not out to destroy all the Avengers, lift a country into the upper atmosphere and drop it, or end of the lives of half of the beings across all the universe. Rather, she was in a tremendous amount of pain, physically and emotionally, and this is driving her to find a solution–no matter the cost.

We see her as a child, losing her parents, and we see her pain as an adult. Although her pain doesn’t give her the right to hurt anyone, we understand as we have all made poor decisions when in pain.

Outside of that, the movie had a lot else to offer. The relationship between Scott and his daughter is great. The family dynamics between Scott, his ex-wife, her husband and his daughter also work well. Scott’s business partners are a genuinely welcome addition to the movie, their characters playing so well against so many of the other characters. And, even though it’s expected, the growing connection between Scott and Hope also works. The pair are a nice onscreen duo with their opposite personalities, Hope hopelessly type A and Scott a little more of a risk-taker and creative, complementing one another. They even save one another from disaster at different times. This is a welcome change of pace from the modern character set of the smart-and-always-right woman alongside a bumbling idiot.

On top of all that, we also got the rescue of Hank’s wife, Janet. I thought for sure this would be an ongoing backstory always trumped by bigger threats in the MCU. But I’m happy to be wrong. Janet is played by the still beautiful Michelle Pfeiffer and, should there be more on the big screen from ATW, I think she’ll be a wonderful balance to Michael Douglas’ Hank Pym.

Then we had the addition of a former associate of Hank Pym, Bill Foster, played by Laurence Fishburne. This brought another layer of complexity to the story as Bill shares a point of view that doesn’t put Hank in a particularly great light. But, as most things in real life, it seems that the whole story has more going on, and that both Bill and Hank have made missteps and assumptions over the years.

I think one of my favorite things about this movie is the complexity of the characters. With the exception of the white collar gangster, no one is fully evil or good, super smart or hopelessly stupid. Rather, all the characters have strengths and weaknesses, have made good and bad decisions. Even the new husband of Scott’s ex and the lead FBI agent aren’t painted in the usual way that invites the audience to dislike or ridicule them. For the writers to take the extra time to develop all the characters is really admirable.

Lastly, we took our nieces and nephew to see this movie, ages 9 to 17, and I have no regrets in doing so. With the exception of one very short scene where Luis recounts a fictional connection between Scott and Hope and we see them vigorously making out, there wasn’t much else inappropriate for children (that I can remember; do your own research). Yet, the movie didn’t come off like a child’s movie. You probably don’t need sex scenes and crude language for adults to enjoy a movie.

What I Didn’t Like

I can’t really think of much. The only critique I have is that some of the jokes fell flat. This movie leaned heavily on dry wit and at times it just didn’t land.

Otherwise, I just think it’s a really good movie for what it is.

Sure, it’s unlikely to stand the test of time, stretch your thoughts and ideas or reach anyone on a particularly deep level. But, as another installment in the MCU, I think ATW stands apart from the rest and made some admirable choices with character development.

So, go see it! Get some friends and family together and have a good time at the movies.


Rachelsey at the Movies: Hereditary

Hereditary hit theaters early June 2018 with an intriguing trailer. Then came the very high consensus via Rotten Tomatoes’ critic reviews.

That’s all I needed to go out and see this, especially now that I’m armed with Moviepass.


Why see a horror movie?

Over at Decent Films, an interview with filmmaker Scott Derrickson, of Deliver us from Evil, says it best:

Deacon Greydanus: What does a nice Christian guy like you see in this genre? What does horror at its best offer us?

Derrickson: For me, [horror] is the perfect genre for a person of faith to work in. You can think about good and evil pretty openly. I always talk about it being the genre of non-denial. I like the fact that it’s a genre about confronting evil, confronting what’s frightening in the world.

I agree with that view. I think it’s good to explore all facts of the world around us, including the spiritual. When I see a horror film I want it to be edifying and to make me think about the spiritual world, God and everything.

Plus, who doesn’t enjoy a good scare every once in awhile?

Hereditary: Go, Wait or Skip?

For those that watched the Hereditary edition of Rachelsey at the Movies on Youtube, you know my answer: Skip.

I explain in the video, but I wanted to flesh out why just a bit more.

First, let’s discuss what I liked about the movie.


It was really well-made. From the script, to the sets, score, actors, colors…everything. It was just really well done. Toni Collette deserves recognition for her role. The range of emotion she displayed while at the same time the subtleties of switching between loving mom and disturbed woman was nothing short of excellence.

This movie showcased a very dysfunctional family very well. This family had not only been through traumatic events, they were also carrying with them multi-generational dysfunctional behaviors such as codependency and martyrdom. No agendas, the movie just showed a very honest and real look inside a broken family.

The scary stuff was also done well. I thought the movie got the intensity right with the score, the colors of the film were soft and bluish and had quick switches from day to night that were unsettling. And then, of course, the run-of-the-mill horror images were all done very well: ghostly figures appearing, strange noises, weird looks from strangers, figures scurrying across the floor, bugs crawling, seances. On top of that, you had some not-so-run-of-the-mill images like the reoccurring beheadings and the whole closing scene.

A really interesting choice was the death of the character you may have thought was going to be the protagonist throughout the entire film. Charlie, their 13-year-old daughter, is killed in a car accident about a third of the way through the movie. This was shocking. At least to me. I thought the whole movie was centered on this character and then she was gone. So from that point, I really had no idea where the movie was going, which I think made it very intense and kind of exciting.

“But, Rachel, it sounds like you really like the movie. Yet, you said to skip it?”

Yes. Skip it.

Unless, you’re a lover of the horror genre. Then definitely see it. You’ll want to see what this filmmaker does. But if you’re a normal moviegoer open to the horror genre, there’s really no reason to see.

Why? It’s not edifying.

I don’t see horror movies just for the fun of it. For me, that would be like seeing a war movie that didn’t have a purpose. Why would I do that? War is horrible. If I see a war movie it’s because it teaches me something. I want the same from a horror movie.

So, let’s get into why I didn’t like Hereditary.

Three quarters of the way through the movie, I actually thought to myself, “This isn’t edifying.” Up until that point, there was nothing in the movie that was particularly moving in a deep emotional way. None of the characters were even…redeemable? Yeah, let’s go with that word. The mother was very damaged but very self-involved and unable to seek help. The father was passive and very codependent. The son was a pothead and what you might consider a typical teen (although I find teens to be much more dynamic and full of vigor and curiosity). The daughter was very odd and not particularly lovable. These were the four main characters. You couldn’t really root for any of them or empathize with them either.

But, I could have been won over with a good spiritual premise. Did this movie have something to say about spirituality?

Well, not in a way I could get behind.

At the end of the movie, the audience is brought into a special event where they get a front row seat to worshipping a demon.

Yes. Worshipping a demon.

So I left the movie wondering what the point was and annoyed because I felt like I got duped into attending a Satanic ritual.

Let’s talk some more about it.

The entire family is taken in by the cult of this demon. As it turns out, Charlie was possessed by this demon up until her death. The mom is either deeply disturbed and finally breaks at the end or is possessed herself. The dad dies by spontaneous fire. The son jumps out a window and either dies or is just unconscious. Either way this seems to allow the demon that was hosted by Charlie to enter his body.

Then the closing scene was particularly offensive to Christians. The son, after the demon possesses him, enters the treehouse. It is full of many people that we assume are all members of the cult that was discovered earlier in the film by the mother. There is a statue of something that hearkens back to a figure Charlie had constructed with a crown and a staff. It mimics Jesus Christ as portrayed in many Catholic paintings but with the hands inverted the opposite way. The scene has headless figures kneeling down in front of the statue and is meant to recall the Nativity of Jesus Christ. The crown is removed from the statue and put on Peter, the son. The cult members are chanting “Hail ______!” (I have no desire to include the demon’s name) and then make a statement in chorus that includes “We reject the Trinity.”

The scene closes, the title screen appears and the ‘t’ from Hereditary turns red and drops out of the word.

So, yeah, as a devout Christian I was pretty offended. When the cult members chanted they rejected the Trinity, I, sitting in my movie theater recliner, starting making the sign of the cross on different parts of me.

I was not happy when we left the movie. I felt like it was a big waste of my time, and not only that, but I knew I was going to be scared all night. And I was. I lost almost an entire night’s of sleep because of this movie.

Upon further discussion with my husband, there is one small positive thing I can say about this movie. When the mother discovers the cult after going through the grandmother’s albums and books, the audience observes a few important details: the name of the demon, that it prefers a male body, and that it will bring its worshippers riches. We knew the entire focus of the cult was on material things and not on anything good. So, at least there’s that?

Interestingly enough, I did actually have some spiritual growth because of this movie.

Who would have thought?!

I was so deeply affected by it that Kelsey, my husband, was kind of concerned.

I started telling him all about my feelings, and then, seemingly out of the blue and unrelated to anything I was saying, he says to me, “Rachel, you know that you don’t have to do anything for Jesus? Jesus did it all.”

“I feel guilty that I saw this movie. I feel like I should have known better.”

“Rachel, it’s okay that you’re not perfect. Jesus loves you. He wants you to grow and learn. It’s okay if you make mistakes. And I don’t even think this was a mistake. Hold on a sec… Here’s something Jesus told me and I think it’s important for you.”

The crucifixion isn’t a judgment on you.

“Jesus chose to die on the cross to set all of us free. Jesus died on the cross because he loves you. He has conquered sin and death. You are free.”

These are things I’ve heard before, but in this moment I heard them differently. I have always approached the crucifix and tried to feel overwhelming sorrow, but when I thought about it, that wasn’t true. Sorrow was masking something else. I approached the crucifix thinking I was bad.

But I am free.

I just feel like this changes everything for me. I had been struggling for weeks in my relationship with God.

I’m free. I don’t have to be burdened by sin. I can repent and live free!

A Review: Premier Boxing Champions on NBC


On the evening of Saturday, March 7th, those sitting in front of the television were treated to something that hasn’t happened in decades: boxing in primetime on network television.

The Overview

Al Haymon, a manager/advisor in the sport of boxing, bought airtime on NBC to showcase fighters in what has been titled Premier Boxing Champions (PBC). Together, Haymon and NBC put together a slick production featuring celebrity commentators, a big social media campaign and plenty of advertising to help build up the fights. In the main event, we saw Keith Thurman handily win over Robert Guerrero, and the undercard featured Adrien Broner easily taking a decision over John Molina Jr.

What This Could Mean for Boxing

As a real boxing fan, as opposed to a fair weather fan, I have a lot to say about this event. I’m familiar with all there is to love about boxing, and unfortunately all there is to despise. But after sleeping on it, and several long discussions with my husband, I’ve come away a little excited for one of the many possible futures for boxing.

CONTINUE READING over at The Sweet Science

A Movie Review: Chappie

The critic reviews are in, and they don’t like Chappie.  At least in general.  Right now it’s sitting at 31% on Rotten Tomatoes, and for those that don’t know, that’s rotten.

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I’ve been looking forward to this movie since I saw the previews during this year’s Super Bowl.  I was taken in by the way it was filmed–something about the filter they use gives the movie a certain look I just love.  Then there’s that it was a new story.  I can only take so much of reboots, sequels and remakes.  Sure, there’s been other movies about Artificial Intelligence, but this one was different.

If you haven’t seen District 9, well, you should.  That movie blew my mind.  In District 9 you were introduced to alien creatures; creatures that you didn’t like.  They were grotesque and made you feel uncomfortable.  Then, like a hammer on a nail, you’re hit with the realization that as the person in the audience, you’re at fault for devaluing these creatures based on superficial qualities.

We like to put ourselves on pedestals, thinking about others who are ignorant and how we’re not like that.  But the fact is, we all fall prey to ignorance.  It’s our pride of thinking how we’re not like that that blinds us to the reality of when we are.

Chappie takes the audience on a similar journey, but it’s much more subtle.  And brilliantly, we’re able to see the connections because the main character is a robot instead of a fellow human being, much like District 9 that used aliens to drive home its point.


Children are delicate creatures.  They come into this world completely ignorant, and through their spot on this planet is how they develop their own worldview.

Deon, a computer programmer and engineer from what I gathered, creates an artificial intelligence program and installs it in a robot that is scheduled to be destroyed.  The robot, who we can now call Chappie, comes to “life” as an infant.  Fortunately, for the sake of us in the audience, it doesn’t take Chappie as long to go through the various stages of personhood as a human.  We get to see Chappie mature from an infant, to a toddler, a young child and then by the end of the movie, what I saw as an older adolescent.  Whether Chappie ever matures to adulthood is uncertain given his upbringing.


What was fascinating here, and the point driven home, was how the environment of a child determines the worldview they develop.  Due to unfortunate circumstances, Chappie is left in his infant stage with three people involved in a world of crime.  Their goal is to use Chappie to help them successfully pull off a heist, and so two members of the crew began teaching Chappie how to act “gangsta”.  You see how frightened Chappie is at first; you even get to see through the eyes of a toddler Chappie.  He hides as he focuses on friendly faces, mean faces, guns, etc.  You’re taken into what it must be like for a children in situations like these: to instinctively know what’s safe and what’s dangerous and yet not be able to do anything about it.

To highlight this point even further, was the man at the theater who brought his young son with him.  It was fascinating to see Chappie dealing with surviving an abusive situation, and at the same time see a young child a few rows in front of me watching this grotesquely violent movie, taking in scenes he can’t possibly understand or process.  What we do to children in our culture due to our own selfishness is appalling.

People of the Street

The audience is taken through this whole narrative with an unlikely group of people.  This element of the movie reminded me of a book I read by John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat.  If you haven’t read this book, you should–it’s short and very enlightening.  The unlikely group of people in the movie are two men and one woman who live on the streets and live a life of crime.  These people could have been used just to simply move the story forward, but rather we’re taken into their world.  Whereas at first we feel inclined to just write them off (yeah, yeah…some people who steal and sell drugs), the story has us really get to know them.  And not in a way that pulls at the heart strings.  Rather, we get to know them as human beings with all their faults, weaknesses, strengths and feelings.  By the end of the movie, our lead criminal becomes a hero of sorts while a supporting character who has a legitimate job, speaks well and looks the part of a hero, becomes the villain.


Here is where I felt the sting of my own shortcomings.  I was ready to reduce these people to what I saw on the outside: drugs, guns, excessive tattoos, crazy hairstyles, poor speaking skills.  But people who engage in criminal activity are also human beings.  Recognizing this doesn’t mean their life of crime is justified.  But it does mean objectifying them is not okay. Seeing people as only heroes and villains, objectifies them.  Loving people, as we’re all called to do, requires us acknowledge the WHOLE person.  Anything less than that is objectification.

The Ending (SPOILER)

There’s a lot more to discuss about this movie, and people smarter than me can do that.  There’s elements of playing God, the relationship between the Creator and the created, when is someone a person, etc.  But due to my inability to take on these big issues, I’m going to discuss the end of the movie now.

It left much to be desired.

I thoroughly enjoyed the whole movie, and then the end came along and I was like “Whaaat?”. As an audience member you were left with way too many questions: What?, How does that work?, Um, so they’re just…?.  I would have preferred an ending where Chappie learns what death is and then how to deal with that.  Rather we’re given this idea of earthly immortality, and we’re all supposed to just go with that. Not to mention it completely devalues the important of our bodies.  Our souls and bodies were created by God.  Our bodies aren’t something to just be thrown away.

So my advice is to suspend your reasoning and logic, which we totally do for all the superhero movies anyway, and focus on the first 105 minutes of the movie.  See Chappie because it will make you think.  See Chappie because it’s different.  See Chappie for Ninja and Yo-landi.  (I knew not of this duo before seeing Chappie, and now that I do I don’t know what to do.)

Nausea, Tears & Claustrophobia! Oh My!


“Let’s go to D.C.  We’re not busy.  We’ll cover a fight.  It’ll end up being a free trip.”

“Sure.  Why not?”


The preceding two weeks were plagued with worry as I obsessively pondered what I would pack, how I would pack.  What does obsessively thinking about packing get you?  Nothing.  You pack just the same, figuring it all out.  But, yet, thoughts of getting liquids into 3 oz bottles, packing winter clothes, a large winter coat, a camera, two laptops–danced through my head for days and then on Thursday I spent all of maybe 45 minutes putting it into action.

We’re off.

We make it to Houston’s larger airport, George Bush Intercontinental, with plenty of time to spare.  Kels has the foresight to request we eat a meal since the rest of our day is filled with traveling.  What would I do without him?

After a vegetarian style taco salad, my last Tex Mex to be had for the next few days, we head to the gate and begin the dreaded WAIT.  Dreaded because waiting allows me to think about being on a plane, to mentally snuggle up with thoughts of impending nausea and nervousness.  So I sit and pretend to be on social media all the while my heart rate is increasing and there’s a tingling feeling creeping up my arms.

Oh good!  US Airways announces there’s no room for carry-ons!  The McCarsons hastily proceed to undo all that crazy packing so laptops can be removed and carry-on luggage can be checked.  Nothing like dropping to the floor in front of the boarding counter and unpacking and repacking your luggage in front of a large crowd.  “Nothing to see here folks.  Clearly we just don’t fly very often.”

By the way, you should see us go through security.  It’s a disaster and we’re avoided like the plague by fellow travelers.  

Bags checked.  Boarded.

Seated near the back of the plane (fabulous place to be if susceptible to motion sickness), middle seat (because of course that’s for me and not Kelsey), next to a chatty and nice man from Boston who’s a little concerned once he sees my anti-nausea bands on my wrists.  Lucky for him no fluids leave my body for the duration of the flight.

Two-hour flight.  Bumpy landing.  All of my mental faculties are focused on one thing after landing:  GET OFF THE PLANE.  Not so fast, Rachel.  You’re going to hang out in that middle seat, surrounded by people, with only tiny windows as your connection to the outside world.  The motorized ramp that connects the plane to the gate, well, it’s not working.  For the next 30-45 minutes the pilot will recount what the broken ramp is doing and what the flight crew is doing–basically the flight crew is watching the broken ramp not work.  But don’t worry, they are HOPING it will start working.

Finally two sets of stairs are brought over.  We travel down one set from the plane, and up the other to the gate.  On this journey down and up stairs, the flight crew has formed a human barricade lest one of us attempts to flee after our short imprisonment on the plane.

Oh, and we missed our connection.  Thankfully we’re put on the next flight to Dulles and I now have some time for the nausea to fade.

And for the future, anyone know if there’s a Saint for motion sickness?  

Board smaller plane.  No longer in a middle seat, but now in a smaller plane, and again seated near the back.  This flight is unpleasant.  All my strength is focused on not vomiting, and I am victorious.

Fast forward–me sitting near baggage claim in tears and taking deep breaths to stave off the nausea.  Why am I crying?  It was a physical reaction that couldn’t be stopped.  There was no actual reason that could be stated.  There were just lots of tears.

Kels is at a loss, going back and forth from knowing there’s nothing he can do to wondering if he should take me to the hospital.  My only joy is found in daydreaming that I’m in an “outbreak” style movie and I’m the first person with the deadly virus.  Should I asked to be quarantined?

Kels is off seeking solutions, and comes back with a distressed traveler rate for the nearby Doubletree. The hour long bus ride to downtown D.C. doesn’t seem doable at this point.  It’s a kink in our plans, and the only thing worse than all the nausea is not showing up at our friend’s house when we said we would–ah, the life of a people-pleaser.

Waiting for the hotel shuttle.  IT IS COLD.  I am bundled up like Ralphie’s little brother in A Christmas Story, and yet I am fearful I may lose bits of my body to frostbite.

Hotel.  Food.  Sleep.


After much deliberation, we finally decide to head into D.C. to meet up with our host, Mr. Starks (plural, not singular–our friend is not Iron Man, but is better than Iron Man).  Maybe you’re familiar with his work, he’s the editor and founder of The Queensbury Rules.

As far as nausea–the next three days consists of me fighting off waves of nausea and tossing TUMS down my throat ever couple hours.  It works.

We successfully take a bus and the rail line to Union Station.  Of course, we had help from various locals, all of whom, contrary to what we were told, were very nice.  But I suppose it’s difficult to be unhelpful when a traveler with a southern accent asks you a question.

From there we roll our luggage blocks to where our friend works–our delayed arrival has left us with no way to get into his apartment.  Another kink in our plans that is very stressful for this people-pleaser.

Keys gotten.  Now to catch a cab because we only have 90 minutes to drop off our luggage and head over to the weigh-in.  We cross the street because we see the oncoming traffic’s light is red.  A lady, who apparently was going to run that red light, is so angry.  She proceeds to yell at us from her car, first with the window up, then with the window down, and finally with her head out the window.

I feel good about our first impression we’ve made with D.C.

Cab caught.  Enter apartment.  Steal apple sauce and raisins.  Leave apartment.  Walk to weigh-in.

And, of course, the email detailing where the weigh-in is located is all but detailed.

Did you know?  Phones from the south can’t handle the cold weather of D.C.  Rather than buck up and deal with the cold, they power down.  We don’t figure this out until Saturday though.

So, we’re wandering around 9th street, no map because phones have shut down.  Kels follows his instincts, and we end up at the Renaissance Hotel and finally at the weigh-in.  We have arrived at the exact moment it is starting, which means I start by taking out-of-focus video but make minor improvements before it’s all over.  

Now to head home, or to what is home for this weekend.  But now we have our trusted friend and fearless guide, David Greisman, who is also quite the salesman–he sold a copy of his book, Fighting Words: The Heart and Heartbreak of Boxing, to a complete stranger at a Starbucks.  (Although, one need not have salesman skills, the book kind of sells itself.)

Home.  The writer writes.  The videographer edits.  I nap.

Then I snack on goods from the nearby 7-11, thanks to our guide Greisman.

Friday night is filled with food, drinks, friends and boxing.  What else could I ask for?


We awake to the good news that although our friend was on a path to disaster, he managed to avoid said disaster all around.  The day is starting off well.

The morning and early afternoon is dedicated to tourist attractions:  Lincoln Memorial, Vietnam Memorial, WWII Memorial, Reflecting Pool (of Ice), Washington Monument.

We skipped the tour bus ($46 per person–no wonder there was no one on them) and were lucky enough to have a cab driver that not only shared cold weather tips for maintaining your vehicle, but he also told us all about the tourist attractions on the way to the Lincoln Memorial.  Fifteen dollars well spent.

We made our way around by keeping our phones next to our bodies, and when we did have to use them one of us would breathe on the phone while the other texted.  Crazy tourists.  What the hell are they doing?

Our day of touring ended at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History to see their Dinosaur exhibit.  We enjoyed our tour and the company of Greisman and his prettier half.

Fortunately, we don’t have to figure out how to get the D.C. Armory on our own–we allow Greisman to chauffeur us to our destination.  Sure, our chauffeur gets into a tiff with the parking lot attendant, and we’re chased down when he parks without paying, but in the end we discover only Golden Boy big wigs don’t have to pay for parking.  Media making little or nothing, they pay.  They pay $20.  

At the fight.  It’s 4 pm.

What’s with the new trend of undercards starting so early?  

The next eight hours or so:  fights, writing, photos, interviews.

We leave, and added to our group for the ride home are Starks and Fight Network contributor, Corey Erdman.  Yes, five people are heading home by way of a compact car.

Starks mentions something about claustrophobia, I mumble something about occasionally being claustrophobic–and BOOM, bring on the irrational and illogical panic attack.

Greisman begins the drive home.  Thirty seconds later I demand he stop the car so Starks and I can take off our winter coats and put them in the trunk.  Being cold is much preferred over the feeling of being strangled by your own winter attire.  The rest of the drive I mentally alternate between pretended feelings of calmness and GET ME THE F*** OUT OF THIS CAR I CAN’T BREATHE.  

“It’s been a pleasure to meet you for the first time Mr. Erdman.  I’m a crazy person.”

Also, when you sit in the middle of the backseat of a compact car you find out how big your ass really is.  Sorry fellow compact car companions.  I’m the reason we had trouble closing the doors.



Photo-editing, beers and sleep.  Well, really “nap.”  Went to bed at 3:30 am and got up at 6:30 am.  Good thing about sleeping three hours–you don’t hit that REM cycle so it’s pretty easy to get up.

We shower, pack, and bundle up.  We say goodbye via a grateful look in the direction of our sleeping friend who was so generous as to give us his bed while he took the couch these past two nights.

We walk to Mass, and then by sheer luck find our way to the nearest rail line and head to the airport.

Did you know?  Having a safety razor, which uses a traditional razor blade, in your carry-on is a no-no.

We haven’t eaten since the evening before, and are very happy to arrive early enough to have time to eat.  And yay!, I purchase a fruit cup that has gone bad.  After all I’ve gone through with being nauseous, somehow I purchase and eat two bites of rancid fruit.  This can only mean good things for the return trip home.

Flight, nausea, tears.  Repeat once.

And that folks, was my trip to D.C.

For coverage of the fight check out Kelsey McCarson’s work over at The Boxing Channel and The Sweet Science.