Harry Potter Recap

Yesterday, after standing in line behind quite possibly the most obnoxious family of all time for two hours, my good bud (and fellow Ron Weasley lover) Mara and I headed in to the theater for our advanced screening of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. We had chatted for a bit about what we were going to do when we were inevitably disappointed with the story (they always cut out the best parts of the books), the acting (or shall we say, overacting), and the overall suckiness that seems to come out of the movies made about these amazing books. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve liked the other movies as well, but while each had it’s moments, I usually left the theater somewhat unsatisfied.

So imagine our surprise when this Harry Potter movie blew our freaking minds. For real! The story (though they did cut out some pretty important stuff…harumph…) was beautifully told by director David Yates and his team. It was a movie that actually seemed smooth, as opposed to the choppy cuts of all the other HP films. The characters showed some real development, in particular Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco Malfoy. The child-actors that always drove me nuts with their grand hand gestures and fake dialogue, really stepped up this go ’round. Both Mara and I commented that they had obviously worked on their craft since the last film, and it shows.

Again, a major thanks to Scene-Stealers.com for the tickets and the opportunity to see this movie before it’s even out in theaters. For those of you that have to wait until the end of the week, (sorry about that) it will be worth the wait. You’ll laugh, maybe you’ll cry (I won’t mention who did cry, but her name rhymes with Zara), and you’ll hopefully be as pleasantly surprised as we were.

And now, some notes from the premiere. We were told not to have cell phones anywhere near the theater or they would be confiscated, so we left ours in the car. Of course, as the line started moving, they changed that particular rule, so you just couldn’t have your phone on when you walked into the theater. So while everyone else was Twittering or texting or talking…Mara and I just stared at each other and tried not to punch the annoying family in front of us in their nasty faces. Some high (and low) points:

– Mara proved once again that she hates people. All people.

– If you are an obnoxious, awful human being, please do not procreate. Your children will indeed be as awful as you are.

– If you are a Kansas City radio host, why must you wear cut off t-shirts to a movie premiere? We get it, you’re country, but good Lord. Movie theaters are cold, and your arms are looking chilly.

– I totally cried during the previews when they played the scene from “Where the Wild Things Are.”

– I love Ron Weasley.

– Someone needs to invent a flask that has absolutely no metal on it so it won’t set off the metal detector wands from the crazy theater security.

– When we were searched (as everyone was going in to the theater), I was all “Look out, we’re about to get wanded. Get it? Wanded!” And Mara tried to kill me with her eyes.

– Mara loves Ron Weasley.

– The Quiddich scene was awesome. Like, finally. After six movies, they finally perfected Quiddich. About time.

– Mara thinks the one thing missing from the movie was a shot of the Weasley’s clock with all the hands (family members positions) pointing to mortal peril. I offered to make her one for her birthday. Only without magic. (Turns out you can get this very clock on Skymall.com…again, without magic. Which is sort of the point, isn’t it?)

– I promised Mara that if I someday have a baby boy and it has red hair I will name it Ronald Weasley Peters. Hope Trent doesn’t mind this little development.

– I bet you all $100 that Mara went home last night and rewatched the other Harry Potter movies. Seriously.

Harry Potter and the Luckiest Girl in the World

When I was fourteen years old I met a boy. His name was Dustin and he was one of my first friends during my first, endlessly dorktastic year in high school. He was too cool for words, had the best taste in music and would make me mix tapes for my awesome Pontiac Grand Am. Since I turned fifteen before he did, and had my learners permit, we became carpool buddies. I spent many a summer day at his house, listening to music and watching movies. He even worked as a wedding/party DJ and I would randomly accompany him on gigs where I’d pick out the nerdiest songs in his catalogue and then dance spastically while the bride looked on, horrified.

Now Dust is a full-blown Kansas City megastar (in my opinion), and along with his day job at a respectable advertising agency, he also works for Scene-Stealers, a movie reviewing group. He is constantly attending movie screenings and randomly meets the stars (Seth Rogen, anyone?), basically his life is too awesome for words.

Last week Dustin tweeted (twittered?) that Scene-Stealers was holding a contest for an advance screening of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and of course I entered. I always do. I never expected to win anything. Why? Because I’ve literally never won anything. Ever. So imagine my surprise and total happiness when I got a text from Dust that said, “Check your email…”

Harry Potter Advance Screening Passes!!!

SPOLERS BELOW! Although if you haven’t read the books, so don’t know what will happen in the movies, that’s pretty dumb and sort of your own fault if you get spoiled.

So tonight, at 6 p.m., my friend Mara and I will be squealing with delight as Harry kisses Ginny, Hermione and Ron finally sort of get together, and Mara will totally be crying when Dumbledore dies. We have plans to possibly go buy ourselves some wands today, and I’ll be sporting my “spoiler” t-shirt.

And all because in high school I had an awesome friend with connections. Although I doubt he’ll want to be seen anywhere near me tonight. Not even he can handle the dorktastic Megan when she’s in a Harry Potter coma. In fact, he’ll probably be the one yelling from the back of the theater “Would the wizard in the front row please put down your wand!”

And I’ll sink lower in to my seat, embarrassed that I was called out.

Confessions Take Two – On The Flip Side

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One of the best things you can do for your marriage (or any romantic relationship) is ride a few carnival rides. When life feels too stressful, nothing is better than grabbing two tickets and hopping in a car on the Tilt O’Whirl. The two minutes of laughing out loud and screaming your head off will cure any emotional ailments.

I set my alarm twice during the holiday weekend in order to get up and watch the sunrise over the farm with my coffee. Both times I came up with an excuse and went back to bed.

My kid isn’t afraid of anything, except loud noises. Sometimes I feel like I’m failing her because she hasn’t yet overcome this fear.

I’m so incredibly happy that my daughter has amazing grandparents. Watching her with them is like every dream I ever had as a kid for a wonderful extended family. She is so lucky.

I missed Sandra Bullock. She’s funny. I’m glad she’s in movies again.

I registered in a contest online to win Harry Potter tickets. Then I registered again with my husband’s name. He hates Harry Potter.

I have a huge deadline at work, but instead I’m updating the blog.

My mother-in-law bought me a pretty polka-dotted dress this weekend, and when I had nowhere to wear it, I wore it to a Sunday matinee movie with a girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a year. Afterwards we played a few rousing games of air hockey. Best date I’ve had in a while.

Confessions

My daughter ran off with our American flag the other day, letting it drag all over the ground and get covered in dirt. I think that may be illegal.

Mini Lady Liberty

Today I purchased a large floppy hat by justifying a vacation I might get to take (maybe) in August. Yes, a large hat. That is floppy.

I make fun of my mom for her QVC addition, but I can see how easy it can be to get in over your head. Online shopping is the devil.

My first kiss was so lovely and romantic, I hate remembering that it was with a total 13-year-old douchebag.

I sometimes wonder if I actually want more kids, or if we should just stay the happy little family we are now. Three is the magic number, or so they say.

Lately I have felt so uninspired, I haven’t wanted to write a word on this blog, knowing it would all come out negative. I’m afraid I might be all out of stories.

I have a very creative friend that wants to start a business with me. The thought of it gets me so excited, but then I remember that this family already owns a business and two entrepreneurs in one marriage could very well equal a crowd. But I can’t help wondering “what if?”

Summer Vacation

Hi there, it’s me! Yes, me! I’m here, on the blog, writing something! Amazing, isn’t it!

I feel like I owe everyone an explanation to where I’ve been and why I haven’t been writing as much as I normally do. But then I remember that only three people read this thing anyway, and you all know me well enough to know when I need space, I will certainly take it.

And really, that’s it. There has been so much going on in my offline world, that I haven’t had the time to sit down and document it like I enjoy doing. Both good and bad.

So I figured, in a grumply fashion, I’d write about not writing. Because when I do that, it usually leads to more writing. Because I’m certifiably insane.

And now I’m off to brave the 105 degree weather with 80 percent humidity, by taking Lu to the pool. Maybe I’ll Tweet about it. Maybe I’ll take a daily photo. Maybe I’ll even post a song . But I probably won’t write about it here.

For now.

6/10/09

Photo by Theresa, the other half of the wonderful NYC + KC Project.

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