So, Harry Potter exhibit in NYC. I picked a date to go with my cousin. We planned on meeting our grandparents for lunch earlier because we're good kids like that. And when we arrive, excited and a sparkle in our eyes, we noticed a sign posted on wall:
The next available group for Harry Potter is at 6PM.
The grins faded from our faces and there was a sinking feeling in the pits of our stomachs as we realized that there are only group tours for this exhibit.
I just have one thing to say:
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
I can safely say that I'm a Harry Potter fanatic; I know a lot about the books and the movies and I have no need for a flipping tour guide to tell me that this costume was worn by Lockhart in Chamber of Secrets or that this is the Marauder's Map from Prisoner of Azkaban. CAZZATA (bullshit).
On a better note, it's my birthday today and I just can't believe I'm no longer a teenager anymore -_- Weird and creepy. It's such a useless age, also. Can I go into a liquor store and buy what I want now?
Wishing the weather here was a little nicer to reflect the joy of surviving another year,
MissGoalie