The Movie

Did I go to the HP7.1 opening night? Um...duh. I have an abbrev for it. Of course I went.

My roommate got our tickets to the Zigfeld theater on 54th, a really huge cool old-style theater.

No, this wasn't that night...unfort, people did not go up and duel in front of the stage.

I got there super early (long story, didn't have time to go home after work) at 10, planning to walk around Rockefeller. Luckily I checked out the theater first, because the line was already almost half a block long. By the time my roommate brought me an eggnog latte from Starbucks, I was thinking I might die from cold and the obnoxiousness of the couple behind me. (I was sitting down, and they stood literally right ON TOP of me and started making out. And then no matter what I did, they wouldn't move from standing a couple inches away from me. Even when I stood up and started pacing. I just kept "accidentally" bumping them, hoping they'd get the point. They didn't.)

The nerdocity of cult-followed movie opening nights definitely brought a smile to my face, though. I mean, even though I do know the books as well as most of these crazers in robes with their House signs and wands and drawn-on scars, I would never actually say some of those things out loud.

Want.

The nerdfandom vibe is contagious though. I particularly love how they applauded (COWBOYS & ALIENS!!!) or booed (sorry, Yogi) for the previews. And I felt freed to be more open about my crying and laughing and swearing during the movie.

After the movie on the long hike home-ward (during which I couldn't stop randomly yelling expletives because my mind was so blown from HP7.1), a bum on the street came up to us and asked us for some help as he really wanted a sandwich. At this point, instead of sadly shaking my head and continuing to walk as per usual, I actually said, "Wait a sec." I dug around in my bag, and the first thing I came up with was, unfortunately for me, one of the last Dove bars from the office. "Here, have this."

The man takes the bar from me, looks at it, and says, "Aw man, I really wanted some meat."

Me: "Um...it's a Dove bar."

Bum: "But I'm diabetic. This is bad for me."

Me: "Ok, I'll have it back, then."

Bum: "Nah I'll keep it. But can you help me out so I can get some meat?"

Me: "Sorry."

Can you believe this jerk? And then he follows us for several blocks, asking for money. When he finally gets some poor sap to give him money, he comes back to us, yelling, "Miss! Miss! That dude just gave me $20! See that? He just gave me $20."

Well, good for you.