November 20, 2010

Harry Potter

You know how I vowed never to go to another midnight movie showing? Oops. Probably shouldn't make promises I can't keep. Madeline convinced me to go with her. And, to make the experience even more fun, we bought tickets at a theater with no reserved seating. You know what that means.... At 9:00 pm we called the theater to see if there was already a line. There was. "But it's short," says the guy, "there are only 50-60 people in the 12:04 line." Short?!?!? That's not my definition of short. So, Madeline and I were in line by 9:30. We sat on the ground, observed the other movie goers, drew scars on our heads, and wrote Sarah a letter. Here are some pictures so you can feel like you were there too.

This is how Lon and Steve looked when they joined us in line. We gave them scars too.

And this is how the boys looked to my sleepy eyes by 3:00 am.

Lon's roommate Doug came too. He was supposed to bring a date (we were all feeling bad for this unknown girl), but then he just brought a friend instead. Bridger also came. And I had the lovely opportunity of making a new friend with the man sitting next to me. He came to Harry Potter by himself. And he listened to our conversations and added to it as he felt necessary. He showed me a scar on his hand. Moral of that story? Don't run with glass coke bottles. Then he told me he broke his sternum with his chin. Moral of that story? Don't play football. Moral of the whole story? Make Bridger sit by the random stranger.

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