So there we were on Friday night, all psyched to see The Deathly Hallows P2. We had our ice cream (Vee), Junior Mints (Tee) and hubbies in tow and were prepared to eat up the environment (i.e. all the crazies who get dressed up in capes and have wand fights in line).
But we only found two.
So we were expecting hordes of awesomely nerdy people, but really there was only us. Oh there were a couple of people in Gryffindor scarves and there was a guy who stood in front of the crowd and sang a song he wrote about Harry Potter (the video didn’t come out but the song was cool) but otherwise all the really nerdtastic people either A) saw the flick at midnight on Thursday or B) Tried their best to fit in with the normal folks.
Like these people:
Needless to say, we loved the freaking pants of this movie, crying like little babies and fist pumping in all the right parts (You go Neville Effing Longbottom!!!!!). And then it seemed we were crying like little babies again because it’s just so sad. Not the movie of course, which is awesome, but the whole Harry Potter thing. I mean, it’s over. No more books. No more movies. Just…no more. It’s kind of a downer really.
I’m looking forward to The Hunger Games movie and yes, even Breaking Dawn Part 1, but there is nothing like the Harry Potter movies. So now we have this kind of let-down feeling because it seems like there’s nothing really cool to look forward to (as far as books to films are concerned) now that Harry is all grown up and married to an awesome girl who happened to have really big hair (just sayin). It’s sort how I feel when I read a really amazing book and have withdrawals afterward because I just don’t want it to end. Ever.