Weighty issues hang in the balance...

Go to the beach or buy a new car. With that whole gay marriage thing resolved by judicial fiat and racial strife being mended by the erasure of critical historical moments (or core memories to put it in Pixar terms), this is the raging topic of the day in my small world. Both positions in this vigorous debate were dealt with earlier this year and felt satisfactorily resolved, but some open rooms in our favorite hotel and random car wonkiness (just a nail in a tire, but next time it could be something really dreadful) have put these two issues at odds in our happy home. Fun now (the beach trip would be this weekend, or This Weeknd to put it in hip-hop terms) or all the pain in the ass aggravation of actually buying a new car now with the longer term satisfaction of having a long simmering issue resolved are the issues under discussion. There is no easy answer. Maybe we can just do both?