And then there's the OTHER big event of the weekend
I must say, reading HP6 and attending the release party are almost independent of each other in my mind. Amazing how one ended just in time for the other :)
Mom and I went to the Books-a-million release party at around 10. I wore a cloak, she didn't. My brother refused to go because he was "busy", and my dad had been smirking at us ever since my mom decided to go with me. But I didn't realize what a Muggle he really was until just before we left.
On the way out I said, "See you tomorrow."
My dad, the patron saint of Overreacting-at-the-drop-of-a-hat, immediately went into panic mode: "What do you mean, tomorrow. Where are you going?"
"To the Harry Potter release party.The book comes out at 12:01."
"You're going to a party? I thought you were going to a movie."
"No. We're going to the release party at the bookstore. To get the book."
He responded with a Dursleyish grunt as we left. Honestly. Muggles.
At the store, I was happy to find I wasn't the tallest person in costume. There was actually a guy wearing his PhD gown, with a pre-literate child in tow. The store had a sorting hat that you drew a badge out of (Gryffindor!) and then we went to our "houses" for activities. For the costume contest I claimed to be J R Witch, a potions-engineer who was developing treatments for St. Mungo's. But the prize went to someone in a wolf costume dressed as Lupin.
Then I did the word search and crossword puzzle they seem to have had at every party.
Then we got to do crafts. I made a blue hat from construction paper, and a yellow wand out of a straw, pipe-cleaner and a fuzzy yarn thing.
I'd bought a ticket for the book earlier that day. Then we lined up at midnight, and they took each persons ticket, handed back a book and then sent us out of the shop. I was back home within the hour. Much fun
Mom and I went to the Books-a-million release party at around 10. I wore a cloak, she didn't. My brother refused to go because he was "busy", and my dad had been smirking at us ever since my mom decided to go with me. But I didn't realize what a Muggle he really was until just before we left.
On the way out I said, "See you tomorrow."
My dad, the patron saint of Overreacting-at-the-drop-of-a-hat, immediately went into panic mode: "What do you mean, tomorrow. Where are you going?"
"To the Harry Potter release party.The book comes out at 12:01."
"You're going to a party? I thought you were going to a movie."
"No. We're going to the release party at the bookstore. To get the book."
He responded with a Dursleyish grunt as we left. Honestly. Muggles.
At the store, I was happy to find I wasn't the tallest person in costume. There was actually a guy wearing his PhD gown, with a pre-literate child in tow. The store had a sorting hat that you drew a badge out of (Gryffindor!) and then we went to our "houses" for activities. For the costume contest I claimed to be J R Witch, a potions-engineer who was developing treatments for St. Mungo's. But the prize went to someone in a wolf costume dressed as Lupin.
Then I did the word search and crossword puzzle they seem to have had at every party.
Then we got to do crafts. I made a blue hat from construction paper, and a yellow wand out of a straw, pipe-cleaner and a fuzzy yarn thing.
I'd bought a ticket for the book earlier that day. Then we lined up at midnight, and they took each persons ticket, handed back a book and then sent us out of the shop. I was back home within the hour. Much fun