1) I signed up for the 5th 20something bloggers Blog Swap, so next week there will be some content produced by someone who is not me and I will be imposing my tomfoolery on someone else’s blog. Take that as a blessing or a curse (or choose not to care at all). Just a heads up on stuff to come.
And now that the business is out of the way, on to the heart of today’s matter…my internal guilt about having seen Harry Potter.
I assure you, I had absolutely no intention of seeing it at all. I saw the first one a few times (I actually even own it…on VHS….because I have an illogical love of VHS). I saw the second one once, and remember very, very little of it. I have seen none of the ones after that. Nor did I read the books. I bought the first book in Newark Airport when it first came out in paperback because I had a flight delay and had finished the reading material I brought with me. I read 5 pages and then decided that I would rather stare out into the sea of airport patrons than devote effort to reading it. I think I later gifted it to someone. I didn’t even know what number movie/book this was a telling of. The take home message of this paragraph is really that I have zero investment in Harry Potter.
Two things I do have vested interest, however, are beer and my friends not wasting money. So when I called my chum to ask if he wanted a ride to the beer promo night we were attending and was asked if I wanted the extra ticket they had, I couldn’t say no.
The theater we were seeing it at was showing Harry Potter on something like 16 screens, and I’m pretty sure all or almost all of them sold out. I have not seen that many high school students in one place wearing ridiculous clothing since my days of marching band competitions. (Go on, laugh. It’s okay). As we were leaving I happened to overhear the girl behind me comment to her friend about where her dad would be picking them up. Let me reiterate, this is at almost 3 in the morning…on a Tuesday night…and she isn’t old enough to drive herself. If I had asked my parents to pick me up at 3 am on a Tuesday when I was a high school sophomore I would have been laughed out of the room. Get a curfew, sweetie.
Sketchy cosplay and questionable parenting aside, the film was pretty good, and I didn’t feel as lost as I anticipated I would. But I still feel dirty for participating in the opening night orgy.
…figurative orgy that is. But I’m sure some of those folks had some freaky stuff going on too.