At long last… pictures from the Harry Potter #7 release party.
J, dressed up as “Ron,” paying for our two copies.
The tickets we got when we paid. We exchanged them for the books when the clock struck midnight…erm, 12:01.
the end
J and I started reading our copies of #7 around 12:25 AM, as soon as we got home from The Bookworm. I read until about 5 AM; J didn’t stop until 6:15 or so. Once you start you’ll see — it’s so hard to put it down.
We woke up close to 1:30 pm and continued reading until 9:30, with only a couple of short breaks to pee and to raid the fridge/pantry. We got to the last sentence of the final chapter within minutes of each other. Now that we’re done, I’m completely exhausted, physically and emotionally. It was quite a ride, that book. But that’s all I’ll say about it for now.
I’ll post some pictures from last night’s party later tonight or tomorrow. I need to get out of Harry Potter mode for a while first.
a change of pace…and plates
I miss walking. I used to walk everywhere in New York, plus I lived on the fourth floor of a walk-up. I never had to go to the gym because I got all the exercise I needed just going to and coming home from work everyday! But now I don’t need to walk anywhere. I was so excited to leave the city because I was going to be able to drive my car everywhere — to the grocery store, to Bed, Bath and Beyond, to Home Depot, to the mall, to all the places that were such an inconvenience to walk to in New York. It’s so easy now. I just take the elevator down three flights to the garage, get in my car, drive wherever I need to go, park by the door, and enter. It’s way too easy.
This lack of physical exertion is starting to worry me. I’m beginning to feel out of shape, which means I’m going to have to start going to the gym. I hate going to the gym. Sometimes I seriously think I may be the laziest person in the world. The small gym in our development is like 500 feet from my front door, and I’ve only been there 5 times. But I get so bored there. I don’t like to sweat, and I don’t like getting out of breath. Waa, waa, I know.
the 1,000 mark
According to my Blog Stats, 1,004 people have visited my little blog! In the blogging world, 1,000 may not be so many, but it still excites me. Thanks for reading!
If I dare ask… are there any particular types of posts you prefer?
the big boom
My sister called this evening to let me know that “something happened” in New York City, where she lives, but not to worry because she’s “ok.” I’m sure you’ve all heard by now that a steam pipe exploded near Grand Central Station. R was still at work when it happened, but she had to walk past it on her way home — her apartment is 6 blocks away from the explosion — and took these pics on her cell.
I had just gotten a pedicure when she called, my first in Omaha. I met up with one of the two girls I know out here at a mildly sketchy nail salon in a highly sketchy mall. They didn’t have any polish by Essie and just a couple of bottles by Orly; both brands are staples in NYC salons. Remember in 2001, when everyone got Essie “Ballet Slippers” manicures? Instead the salon Julie and I went to had hundreds of half-used bottles of polish in outdated colors, some so old that the oils inside were separating. Still, I managed to get a pretty decent pedicure (and the price was right), though next time I’ll probably bring my own bottle of polish.
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