The time has come.
The end is near.
The boy who lived, come to die.
It will all end tonight and I will be there at midnight to see it.
I know, I know. I said the LAST time that I wouldn’t go to another midnight show.
I lied. Sorry.
I don’t do midnight very well. Ask HHBL if you don’t believe me. If I could I would get in bed at 9p I would. And there have been occasions when I HAVE. My college roomie and I used to go to bed at 8:30p. We were SUCH party animals were Susan and I.
But I just have to go to the midnight show. I don’t have any choice. It must be done. Harry and I have walked through midnight shows together since Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and I don’t think I want to stop now. It just wouldn’t seem right some how.
If I didn’t go it would be like quitting the Boston Marathon when you are winning and 1o feet from the finish line.
Like throwing up your hands and saying, “I’m done!” when the goal is just in sight.
Like making it all the way through school and then failing the final exam.
I might have strayed into the realm of exaggeration there but you know what I mean.
Women who play with pointy sticks are a wild and raucous bunch I can tell you.
Our tickets were purchased 6 weeks ago. My popcorn is all popped and ready to go (don’t tell anyone that I am bringing my own food). We plan on watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince this afternoon and the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Prt 1 starting at 6:30p so that we can be ready for midnight.
We aren’t obsessed or anything.
I will tell you all about what happens…
when I recover and get some sleep…..
Next Thursday should just about do it.