The Lady took me on a date tonight...with her sister and the soon-to-be brother-in-law -hereafter known as the STBBIL, which is fitting, given his penchant for sporting beards or beard-like facial hair.
The four of us went to see the latest installment of Harry Potter at the cinema. This date has been postponed due to various circumstances out of the control of several party members, which dwindled after the Lady's friend, Halfie, had an urgent matter to attend to and declined his invitation. However, our little group pressed on. STBBIL and the Lady left early for the theatre to ensure the procurement of tickets, while Stinky tutored a thirteen year old (OMG, like, Harry Potter is awesome. LOL. Ugh, give this purse a break!). On their way, they opted to stop for candy and some, ahem, personal items that may explain why the Lady cried four times during the film. For the first time in her twenty eight years, the Lady shopped at Giant Tiger -or Tay-ger, as some mothers are apt to say. She wanted desperately to stop and look at the Aqua Globes and peruse the housewares, yet the call of Ron Weasley pulled her forward.
Thankfully, the theatre wasn't too packed with dorky muggles and aspiring wizards. Except for the dorky muggle on whose shoulder I was perched. The Lady grabbed a straw from the concession stand and when her sister walked into the building, the Lady pointed it at her and yelled out a spell from the books. I almost died of embarrassment. I can't take her anywhere, Dear Reader.
The film itself was well done. It was moving, had all the touches necessary to capture the essence of the book and left me wanting more...countdown to the release of Part Two has begun! Oh dear...I seem to have caught dorkiness. I must get out more.
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