Thom -- above and beyond the call as always -- came with me to the midnight bookstore madness last night, and spent almost two hours waiting for all the pre-reserved folks to buy their copies of HP7 so I could get one. I may have been nerdy enough to come straight home and read it in the wee hours, but at least I made it home; there was one guy camped out on the deserted Pasta Pomodoro patio when we left, looking like he had no intention of moving until he found out whether Draco and Harry declared their love for each other at last.
So yes. Done. If anybody wants to debate Potterabilia with me, lemme know.
The good news is that we whiled away some of the time by reading guidebooks for Finland, since we officially have tickets to go visit in September. Apparently in addition to its other virtues Finland is where awesome shoes go to die. I think I'm going to refuse to come home until I have a pair of
these.