Anything Good: Back to Comics

I mentioned in my last post that I started reading comic books again. This has been an interesting journey. It started several years ago when we took my third son to Islands of Adventure in Florida for his 10-year-old trip. We loved Marvel Super Hero Island and just couldn’t pass up a visit to the comic book store there. We met a friendly member of the staff who made a few suggestions. I ended up buying a couple of Spider-Man trade paperbacks*. I read and enjoyed them but that was it.

Occasionally, in the subsequent years, I thought I’d like to read more. But I always felt weird, maybe even a little intimidated, about going to places where I could purchase more. So this past summer, when my daughter chose to go to Islands of Adventure for her 10-year-old trip, I was excited about the possibility of getting some more comics. Unfortunately, when we visited the exact same comic store, browsed for a while, even tried making conspicuous glances at the staff, I eventually left, disappointed. I just couldn’t bring myself to ask for help and the staff didn’t feel like offering, so the impasse left me empty handed. I’ll never be selected as ambassador to alien nations—I hate making first contact.

Since that disappointment I did a little searching on the Internet. Turns out there are lots to choose from—thanks for that one Internet. If you’re new to comic books, or been away for a while, it may feel like it requires a PhD in comic book history in order to know where to start—it did for me.

Undaunted, okay mostly daunted but determined to get past it, I worked up the courage to walk into a local comic/game store. Funny thing is the stereotypes matched pretty well. I played it cool looking for the comics section. Hey, I’m in my mid-forties and I want some comics. What you lookin’ at kid? Is what I might have said if confronted at that point. Luckily for everyone that didn’t happen. I was about to make a hasty retreat when I spotted them—CLEAR AT THE BACK OF THE STORE. Nothing worthwhile is easy. I think the locals smelled my fear as I walked back.

While trying to take in the hundreds of options visible on the wall—that was just the new stuff by the way—I met the most helpful shop clerk I think I’ve ever met; shout out to the DK crew. He started with the low pressure “Do you need any help?” angle.

I gave him my usual, “I’m just looking around. Thanks.”

But he didn’t walk away like 99% of the shop clerks I’ve encountered. He asked about my interests, slyly gaging my knowledge level without exposing me as a neophyte. By the time we were done I grabbed a few comics from the DC reboot (The New 52), plus found a good X-Men starting point and picked up The Walking Dead “Volume 1: Days Gone Bye.” Aren’t I so much cooler now—I’m an insider. At least I know a few key words so I’ll be able to bluff my way through a conversation next time.

A couple of months have gone by since then, now I have new problems. Picking up the next installment of each of The New 52 I’m reading has been a lot like hunting for beanie babies with my wife fifteen years ago; we had to search out stores receiving new shipments and get there early in the morning, 6:00 am or earlier, and fight off hordes of beanie baby cut throats. The hunt for new comics isn’t quite as dramatic. But if I don’t make it to the comic store early each Wednesday when new comics are released there’s a good chance I won’t be able to procure the new ones. And if I miss the new releases it’s tough to predict when I’ll be able to pick them up. My wife found a couple of shops in SLC, she’s good at stuff like this, where it’s been easier to pick up new releases. These shops seem to have a deeper inventory. The down side is that I have to drive forty minutes to get there. But it’s been a nice back up plan. Now I don’t fret too much if I miss a new issue here or there. And when I have enough of those missing issues stacked up I look for a reason to make a longer trip to SLC.

I also had the problem of how to store my comics in a way that was easily accessible. My collection was growing, almost as fast as tribbles, which means if I didn’t do something I would have been overrun, or worse my precious new possessions would be lost in a sea of new comics. And nobody wants that. IKEA to the rescue. I found a cheap new book shelf and a few magazine holders. Now I not only have my current comics organized, I have room to grow.

Once I started reading a few comics I remembered other characters or stories I’d seen on TV or read about. So my interests are expanding. Which is one of the funnest** parts about reading comics, there’s always something new. I jumped onto Avenging Spiderman from the beginning. So far it’s ok, but I love it that Marvel includes a free digital copy with the purchase of the comic book—I’d read it for that reason alone. Reading digital comics on my iPad is great, they look incredible. I wish every publisher gave away a digital copy with the hard copy. Why not?

In summary what’s good about comics?

They are playful and light. When I start taking myself too seriously, or just get bogged down while writing, comics are a good way to take a break and still keep reading and thinking about storytelling.  The stories are fun and the images*** definitely add to the enjoyment.

Comics are serial stories so they never really end. They make me look forward to Wednesdays—new comics day. I end up reading comics when I would have otherwise watched TV.

My thirteen-year-old son likes to read them too. Anything I can find to share with my son so we have something in common, something to talk about, is a good thing.

They make me wish I could draw. I wonder if there is a storytelling medium somewhere in between comic books and the regular picture-less novel? This is something I plan to give more thought to.

I’m enjoying most of what I’m reading. Some more than others, but overall it’s been enjoyable and inspirational.

Regarding my fears and admitted shyness above: In case you’re wondering, “No.” I don’t ever ask strangers for directions either. And yes I do eventually end up where I want to go. I’m nothing if not persistent. A quality I hope will serve me well on my writing journey.

*Trade paperbacks are a collection of stories originally published in comic books, reprinted in book format, for those of you like me, who are unfamiliar with the term trade paperback. Usually buying trade paperbacks is cheaper than buying the series one at a time. The tradeoff is you have to wait a while after the last comic book in the series to be included is out before they print the trade paperbacks.

**According to MS Word I may have made up the word funnest, but it just seemed to fit, so I left it in.

***One thing to watch out for, especially when sharing comics with kids, is the comic book artist’s representation of the female body. A lot of times it’s exaggerated to emphasize the female form. It’s always best to read the comics first before sharing them with kids. That also gives you the added bonus of being able to discuss it with them too.

The Final Day – Saturday (day 6)

Five fun filled days behind us we weren’t in a hurry to do anything. Plus, we figured why rush over to the weekend crowds in an amusement park when you can saunter over fashionably late. Instead we slept late and went to the Florida Mall, because no one goes to the mall on Saturday, right? Ok, it wasn’t all that bad, just not my first choice. I found a comic book store I wanted to check out, but the mall received more votes (2-1). We ate lunch there, and walked around the whole place. And you know what I think? A mall is a mall, no matter what state you’re in.

Somehow we had the incorrect notion that parking at Universal Studios was half price after 3:00 pm. We arrived at exactly 3:02 and paid full price. Doh! I think we caught the shopping bug at the mall because once we were inside Islands of Adventure we just had to find something for our boys left back at home. We started at Filch's because they had a big variety. Unfortunately they didn’t have exactly what we were looking for so, we went on the Forbidden Journey; the line was too short to pass up. We bounced over to Dervish and Banges and found exactly what we were looking for. Three of the four boys wanted Hogwarts house t-shirts, 2 - Gryffindor and 1 - Slytherin; every family has at least one black sheep. The other son is a basketball nut so we found him a t-shirt at the NBA store on the way out. Done shopping we mostly followed our daily ride routine: a couple of goes on the Dragon Challenge, a couple of butterbeers at the Hog’s Head, and one last visit to Hogwarts castle. We had a bag from shopping so we had to get a locker before riding. It’s free, just takes time. The lockers are pretty high tech, you use a fingerprint to lock and unlock them. We enjoyed our last Forbidden Journey almost as much as the first.

Time was ticking down so we had to rush a bit in order to make it on the Hulk and Spider-Man, but we did it, just barely. We couldn’t resist buying a set of drinking cups from each Hogwarts house and a Gryffindor baseball cap when we walked out through the shops near the entrance. I don’t think they ever close. I swear there must have been charms placed on those shops, some combination of Alohamora the unlocking charm to loosen my wallet and the Confundus Charm which everyone knows causes a person to lose all semblance of common sense. It’s the only way I can explain my behavior.

That was the end of our magical journey. We made so many memories. It was fun to visit all these different places and have such a variety of experiences. But most of all it was fun to be together with my wife and daughter.

Miscellaneous Thoughts

We loved hanging around in Hogsmeade: the shops, the scenery, the atmosphere, the butterbeer, the souvenirs. All the little details were impressive. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be the author of such a beloved story; my emotions were way past petty jealousy or envy, more into awe like this kind of thing only comes along once in a lifetime. Everywhere we went conversations buzzed about Harry Potter. It was out of this world to see it come to life in such a way. If I were JK Rowling I couldn’t be more pleased. Well done Ms Rowling!

During our trip, nearly every place we went, we noticed an abundance of people with British accents – it must have been a holiday or something like it. We never got tired of hearing them speak. My daughter was funny, she tried so hard to speak with a British accent. At first she was calling my wife mate, then she switched to mum. This gave me an idea for our next trip – we should visit England so my daughter can learn to speak properly. Here’s to looking forward.

Last time I visited Islands of Adventure I came home with a few comic books. This time I didn’t come home with any. The kid working in the comic book shop wasn’t very talkative, and you know I’m not. My biggest problem selecting comics is deciding where to start. If you have any recommendations for good comic books I’d like to hear them. I have a couple of Spider-Man volumes and enjoyed them a lot. I was wondering about Thor. Also, I’m a fan of X-Men and Batman, but there are so many storylines to choose from. Help. Any other suggestions?

Back to Universal Studios/Islands of Adventure (park hopping) – Friday (day 5)

Friday arrived earlier than we wanted; so we taught it a lesson and went back to bed. We’d already been to each of the parks on our agenda and still had days on our Universal Studios passes, so we planned to park hop, hitting just the highlights. The mornings at Universal Studios felt less crowded and we definitely wanted to end at Islands of Adventure. So…

We made it to Universal Studios by 11:30 am, that’s still morning, right? We headed straight to Rockit. Our wait was around 30 minutes, plenty of time to catch all the instructions more than once. This time I chose “Hella Good” by No Doubt while my daughter went with “That’s the Way (I Like It)” by KC and the Sunshine Band, my wife decided not to rock it. I’m not sure why but when the music started I heard more of KC than I did of Gwen Stefani.

Since we hadn’t seen Twister yet we went there next. It was ok, but like Jaws, my daughter wasn’t really attached to that one. After that we hit the Mummy, MIB till my daughter beat her high score, then the Simpsons where we laughed some more. We finished where we started with one more trip on Rockit. I went back to ZZ Top, my daughter went with MC Hammer. After we came home I found out you can unlock hidden songs on Rockit, if you know how. Wish I had known that when we were there.

We park hopped over to Islands of Adventure with lots of time left in the day. In fact, way too much time. Remember that deal I made on Tuesday in order to avoid getting wet? Well, it was time to make good. Like it or not I was going to get wet. And I was mentally prepared for that. But the wait, I wasn’t mentally prepared for that. When we got there the projected wait time was 75 minutes, down from 90 minutes the other day – my daughter remembered that much. My wife tried to persuade, then badger, and in desperation she almost made an executive decision to skip it because of the wait time, the most we’d waited for anything else on this trip was 30 minutes; not counting Manta when it broke down on us. But, alas, my honor was at stake. I had promised and I couldn’t go back on it. I tried to make the best of it. C’mon, it’ll be fun, I said, not even convincing myself. My wife just glared at me. The line at first was a little deceiving, we walked through what felt like a mile of waitomazium before we caught up with the rest of the sheep. I even let myself think that the projected wait time was incorrect. Idiot! We were outside at first, but they had nice fans strategically positioned and some shady spots. Plus they were playing peppy music. I never realized then that I had it so good.

Five minutes passed, then ten, actually the first half hour wasn’t too bad, did I tell you they were playing peppy music? It was about the time we went inside the building that time slowed down. We seemed to go fifteen minutes at a time without moving an inch. It was hotter inside than outside, and it was stuffy, oh man was it stuffy inside there. And did I mention the peppy music? Well they were still playing it, the same peppy music. I consider myself a reasonably patient man, but by the time we stepped into our log if you told me I had to wait five more minutes I would have gone all Anakin right there on the spot (for my wife: that means I would have turned to the dark side, honey). Years later, wrapped in a straitjacket sitting in a padded cell I’m confident I’d be able to remember that peppy, haunting, music. Harry Potter had Voldemort, Spider-Man had Doc Ock and the Green Goblin, the Fantastic Four had Dr. Doom, and I have Dudley Do-Rights Ripsaw Falls.

I’d like to say the log ride part was fun. I guess I wasn’t in the right state of mind to truly appreciate it though. My daughter on the other hand, she liked it. Mission accomplished. This time it was my wife and I moping out of Toon Lagoon – I mean dripping out of Toon Lagoon. We looked up at the Pteranodon Flyers and thought, “That would be a great way to dry out, up high in the wind.” But the line was too long. Instead we explored Camp Jurassic. We climbed up rocks and nets, slid down slides, and even walked across a rope line over a bubbling pool in a misty cavern.

We could have spent more time in Camp Jurassic, but we got hungry. Being so near Hogsmeade the Three Broomsticks is all we could think about. Luckily the line was short and in no time we were feasting on Fish n Chips, Rotisserie Smoked Chicken, and Chargrilled Ribs, with butterbeer to wash it all down. I told you we were hungry. The prices on food in the Three Broomsticks aren’t discount level, but the food was top notch. This was hands down the most enjoyable meal of our trip.

Fully satisfied we had nothing else to do but visit Hogwarts castle, like a moth to a flame. I had a nagging desire for another Harry Potter souvenir: a Deathly Hallows necklace, like the one Xenophilius Lovegood wore. So it was win win to ride the Forbidden Journey again. The ride was good again, and I was equally happy to end up in Filch's Emporium of Confiscated Goods. I searched meticulously for anything resembling the Deathly Hallows symbol, but came up empty handed. My wife asked a witch who worked there, because I’m a man and I don’t ask questions like that, if they had any Deathly Hallows merchandise. The nice witch said to try over at Dervish and Banges. Thankful for a wife who’s willing to ask questions I’m unwilling to ask, our next stop was Dervish and Banges, of course. I entered the shop on a mission: locate a triangle with a circle inside it, and with a line running through the circle. Once again I searched meticulously and once again I came up empty handed: 0-2. This time my daughter came to my rescue, like mother like daughter – she’s well on her way to being a perfect wife. Anyway, my daughter found out that the really cool stuff is in the back room at Dervish and Banges on a shelf behind the cash register – a good tip for anyone else like me unwilling to ask. They had a Time Turner necklace, a Horcrux ring, a prophecy crystal ball, and oh yes, a Deathly Hallows necklace. The boys at home were asking for one too, but the price was too steep to get more than one, sorry boys. It was around $50 and came with a triangular display case. The circle does rotate around the line, in case you were wondering. I couldn’t have settled for anything less.

Another mission accomplished, thanks to my wife and daughter. But in my defense they really hid the Deathly Hallows necklace in that store very well – probably because they were afraid the Death Eaters would find it. After the shopping detour we picked back up on our ride routine, next stop was the Dragon Challenge. Since we weren’t sure what we were going to do on our final day we went on Dragon Challenge several times, enough to fill up our memories, just in case we didn’t make it back.

Once we’d had our fill we left Hogsmeade, possibly for the last time. We always walked through the Lost Continent, and I always felt bad we didn’t spend more time there. They had some really interesting buildings and cool shops with appealing souvenirs, but they weren’t Harry Potter appealing. It must be tough being right next to the most popular place in the park. We tried to see Poseidon’s Fury on a different day, but it was experiencing technical difficulties. This time we were in luck, it was operational. The actor/park worker who lead our “tour” was pretty good, but there were a so many people in our group it was hard to see, especially for my diminutive daughter. It was fun nonetheless, for sure worth going on once.

The last leg of our routine was always Hulk, then Spider-Man. My daughter loved running ahead to be the first to spot the projected wait time – it was 5 minutes. I remember because she was so excited about it; single digit wait times are always exciting no matter what the ride. Riding on the Hulk I learned how to keep my head from banging against the restraints; I had to, my daughter loved that ride. The secret is to push your head forward so it’s outside the restraints, and forcing your shoulders up against the restraints helps keep you from moving around so much. It mostly worked. Ending on Spider-Man was much more relaxing. I never get tired of the 3-D in that one, especially when Spidey stands on the front of the Scoop.

We left that day feeling like we’d done everything we wanted to do; and with tired feet.

Next: The Last Day

Islands of Adventure – Tuesday (day 2)

Tuesday morning we couldn’t wait to get to Islands of Adventure. We woke up early and made it to the entrance almost an hour before the park was scheduled to open. Did I mention we were excited? A nice treat that morning was when they started letting people through the gates 30 minutes before the scheduled opening.

Once inside we skirted through Seuss Landing, under the tracks of the Sky Seuss Trolley, plowed right through the middle of The Lost Continent, and in no time we were staring up at the entrance to Hogsmeade. Wow! It’s enormous.
A cobblestone street winds through the middle of Hogsmeade, shops line the edges: Zonko’s, Honeydukes, the Three Broomsticks, and the Hog’s Head are on the left; the engine to the Hogwarts Express, the entrance to Dragon Challenge ride, the owlery rest area, Dervish and Banges, and Ollivanders are to the right. The buildings were all slanted and misshapen, like magical buildings usually are. The roofs held patches of snow, large icicles dangled in a few places and there was a snowman too. Hogsmeade has so much to take in, so many little details; we just walked through staring in wonder and amazement, trying not to bump into the few hundred other people who filled the streets that morning.

Past all the shops in Hogsmeade Hogwarts castle jutted out of a rock foundation, looming high into the sky, more impressive still. That is where we wanted to go, no matter how long the line was – our first experience at Islands of Adventure had to be Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey. The entrance to the castle was visible, as was the line. We followed the line backwards, out through the other entrance to Hogsmeade, from Jurassic Park. We found the end of the line close to the T-Rex photo op. Undaunted we fell in line along with many other Harry fans right behind us. The line moved faster than I expected. And as a side bonus we got to reenter Hogsmeade from a different angle, with plenty of time to soak it in. A young wizard who worked at Hogwarts castle, near the gate, was dressed in a robe; he may have been a prefect. I asked him if we were in the right line for first years, and how soon the sorting would take place. We all had a chuckle. Then another couple walked up and asked him what the line was for. He said it was “to place your bags in a locker.” My wife and I looked at each other thinking he’s messing around with these people. Then some kids behind us say, “Is he going to tell them he’s joking?” Right then we noticed a fork in the line – one side was completely crowded, and the other side was wide open. So we ask him again, “What is this line for?” He answers, “It’s for lockers, you can’t take any bags on the ride.” So, first tip of the day, if you’re not carrying any bags, which we weren’t, you can bypass a lot of standing around. Live and learn I guess.

We raced through the entrance of the castle, only daring to stop briefly to inspect the décor fearing we’d be passed by others rushing in. We finally caught up to the end of the line, back outside the castle in a greenhouse, which is positioned between the castle levels. The line winds up and around inside the greenhouse past rows of mandrakes protected inside a cage along with various tools I guess Madame Sprout doesn’t want stolen.

Once you go back inside the castle there is so much more to see. It starts off with a couple of statues and the enchanted hourglasses that keep track of the House Points – spoiler alert: Gryffindor is in the lead. The line winds around the large gargoyle guarding the entrance to the headmaster’s tower. Past that is the headmaster’s office filled with many curious gadgets, including a pensive. At this point Dumbledore speaks to you. From here till you get on the ride you’ll see: talking portraits of the house founders, the portrait of the fat lady, and the sorting hat among other things. Another big room is the defense against the dark arts classroom; Harry, Ron and Hermione make an appearance there.

The ride itself is exciting; it’s a mixture of projected video, 3d animatronics, and an enchanted bench which moves, tilts, and twists you around in dramatic fashion. This ride was hands down our favorite for overall experience, including all the stuff to look at while you’re in line. The little details make it great.

The journey ends like most rides, in a gift shop. But not just any old gift shop: Filch's Emporium of Confiscated Goods. The only thing I didn’t like about it was all the other people jam packed in there. It was like that in all of the shops in Hogsmeade. If it wasn’t for the crowd I would have picked up and thoroughly investigated everything for sale in the entire store, as it was I only got to touch half the stuff.

Right outside Filch’s is the entrance to Flight of the Hippogriff. This line winds around the front side of Hagrid’s hut, and past a baby hippogriff. The ride is brief, it wasn’t terrible but we had no desire to repeat. From there we walked back into Hogsmeade and noticed quite a long line outside of Ollivanders. Unsure exactly why there was a line waiting to enter the wand shop, we bypassed the crowd in hopes that later on, the line would die down enough for us to figure out what we were missing. The Dragon Challenge was more interesting anyway, before entering the castle there are lots of banners cheering on the Triwizard Tournament Champions. You also walk past the backside of Hagrid’s hut and Arthur Weasley’s flying car. The Goblet of Fire sits in the entrance to the castle, make sure you’re the proper age before submitting your name. The ride itself is the old Dueling Dragons, Fire & Ice, that was in the park before the Harry Potter World. Nevertheless, it still ranks high on favorites list, second only to Harry’s Forbidden Journey.

As much as we loved Hogwarts and Hogsmeade we felt compelled to investigate the rest of the park. So we headed back the way we came. My wife kept trying to get my daughter to try something in Seuss Landing, but she’s just “too big” for that I guess. Instead we hit The Incredible Hulk Coaster. I love how that coaster blasts off at the beginning. But my head tends to bang around in the safety restraints. So, I like it, but not as much as the other rides where I don’t have to hold my head together after I get off.

We started looking for food after the Hulk. We ended up in the Comic Strip Café in Toon Lagoon, passing up a couple of so-so options on the way there. Once you get past the sticker shock of the park food this place was one of the better ones.

After the food break we had unfinished business in Marvel Super Hero Island. The Amazing Adventures of Spider-Man and Doctor Doom’s Fearfall were calling out to us “ride me, if you dare.” My daughter wasn’t about to back down from the dare, but my wife and I were longingly wishing we were back in Hogsmeade slurping down some butterbeer. The Spider-Man ride is one of my favorites, but it always seems to have one of the longest waits. Doctor Doom’s line was plenty short as is the ride, someone must be compensating.

Having conquered our super hero and super villain fears, we went back to Toon Lagoon. Now, forgive me for being critical, but by the time we got back there I wasn’t really in the mood for toons, especially the ones that get you wet – I hate walking around any park soaking wet. And I’ll be danged if just about every ride in Toon Lagoon didn’t get you wet – hey, maybe that’s why lagoon is in the name? I seriously just noticed that as I was typing, must have been too many head banging Hulk rides for me notice while I was there.

This is where our day turns a little sad. Even though my daughter opts to skip Popeye & Bluto’s Bilge-Rat Barges, no argument from me or my wife, she stands in front of Dudley Do-Rights Ripsaw Falls and looks at it longingly. She does like to get wet. And to be honest, the people on the ride looked like they were having some real fun, I get that. I was close to caving, but it had 90 minute projected wait time. We didn’t even wait that long when we rode Harry’s Forbidden Journey. There was no way I was going to wait 90 minutes to get drenched and then walk around the rest of the day with squeaking shoes. That’s the moment when the camera’s zoomed into my heart and found it was 3 sizes too small. I talk a good game but we all know who’s really calling the shots. In the end I had to make a deal to postpone my encounter with Dudley Do-Rights’ 90 minute torture chamber. How do I know it’s a torture chamber you ask? Maybe the projected wait time was inaccurate, or maybe the line is really fun like the Harry Potter ride. You think? You can skip down to Friday’s events if you’re an impatient person. Anyway the good news was I didn’t have to wait 90 minutes to get wet. The bad news was I had one disappointed daughter; in case you didn’t know, disappointed daughters aren’t very much fun.

We moped all the way to Jurassic Park. On the way I tried to sell her on the Jurassic Park River Adventure, “This ride is going to be awesome: dinosaurs, action, suspense you name it. And we’ll probably even get wet.”

“I just wanted to get wet on the log ride,” she said through a frown, her forehead scrunched up for added emphasis. She wasn’t having any of it.

“Yeah, but remember, we’re going to do that ride when we come back here on Friday or Saturday – I promise.” Hoping the last part would cheer her up.

“Ok.” She said, this time with her patented attempt at smiling while at the same time displaying extreme disappointment in her eyes. She’s 9-years-old and she’s already mastering manipulative looks. Look out future husband.

The wait for the Jurassic Park River Adventure wasn’t particularly long in actual minutes, but it sure felt like a long time. The ride itself was enjoyable, and I think given almost any other circumstances we would have appreciated it a lot more. As it was it became the buffer ride we needed to get past the disappointment in Toon Lagoon.

The best news after that was the fact that Hogsmeade is just a hop, skip, and a jump from the river adventure. And what better place to cheer up than that wonderful wizarding world. It was getting late in the day, around 5:00 pm when we walked into Hogsmeade. This is when we learned a valuable secret about Islands of Adventure: the lines are a lot shorter at the end of the day than they are at the beginning. We strolled past the main entrance to Hogwarts castle, all the way through the greenhouse, and found the end of the line right at the second entrance to the castle. Score! Nothing cheers up disappointed spirits like short lines. When we were done in the castle we tried to prove our theory about the end of the day short lines and it held true – the Dragon Challenge ride line was even shorter.

Feeling downright saucy now, we wandered over to the Three Broomsticks to see what it was like inside. We ordered 1 butterbeer and 1 frozen butterbeer, found a table tucked away in the corner next to a huge wall filled with antlers, sat down and laughed at each other taking turns making butterbeer mustaches. We made silly jokes like “Got butterbeer?” Then licked the butterbeer cream off our lips and did it again. It was, um, magical. I’m not sure if it was a really great drink or the fact that we were drinking it inside the Three Broomsticks, it just doesn’t matter. Our mood had changed for the better.

While we laughed and drank our butterbeer we decided to go see what all the hubbub at Ollivanders was about. The line had died down significantly, still though, people were waiting. My wife approached one of the wizards in charge there who explained that they take in 36 people at a time and have a little experience in the wand shop. He estimated the wait time to be about 30 minutes. Since the line was the shortest we’d seen it all day we decided to wait. When we finally got in the door my daughter was chosen by Ollivanders’ assistant to participate in the demonstration. He handed her a wand and told her to summon the ladder propped against the wall. “Accio ladder.” She said. A bunch of boxes of wands on the shelves went haywire popping in and out, but the ladder stayed put. He handed her a second wand then told her to simply swish her wrist and ring a single bell on the wall above us. She flicked her wrist and all the bells started ringing. “That’s no good.” He said. Then he asked her, “When is your birthday?” After her reply he thought out loud, “I have one more wand for you to try it’s a 12-inch, made of holly, with a unicorn core. It’s very unique, but it might be …” he trailed off looking for the wand on the shelves. He found the box he was looking for, opened it and handed her the wand. As soon as she touched it it was clear the wand had chosen her – as if a light from the heavens shown down upon her. The grin on her face showed more excitement than I’ve ever seen before. My daughter was happy again. Yahoo!

Behind the scenes: after the wand chose my daughter one of the shop helpers, he might have been a muggle, whisked her away into another wand shop next door; that’s where everyone is herded to view wands they can purchase, thus vacating the room for the next 36. I ran to catch up, not wanting to lose sight of her. As they crossed through the doorway he leaned over and asked her, “So, do you wanna buy that wand?” Her head bounced up and down, “Yes!”

Now, I don’t mean to complain, but come on, like she’s gonna say no, after all that. The going rate for wands these days is $30 whether it chooses you or you choose it. Well played Ollivander, it was worth every penny. I actually ended up getting myself a wand too, I just couldn’t resist – if you herd me, I will buy. I should print that on a t-shirt. There were so many wands to choose from it was hard to decide on just one. I liked Sirius Black’s and Neville Longbottom’s, but how could I resist Dumbledore’s wand – the lure of the Elder Wand was too compelling. I’m admiring it right now as I write this. Thanks JK Rowling, for all the memories.

Nothing could top our experience at Ollivanders – it was the highlight of the whole trip. I think we rode the Dragon Challenge a couple more times then on the way out we rode the Hulk and Spider-Man. But all we could think about was the wand that chose my daughter. And the best part? She only attempted two killing curses on the way back to our hotel. Daddy's little girl is growing up, way too fast.

Next: Day 3