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Two exciting things in my life this week:
Part I: Dale Wardlaw
The urban myth. He was in the city the past weekend, and - miracle of all holy miracles - he got in touch with us and actually called Elena to schedule a time to see us before he left. This may sound anticlimactic, but a phone call from the flake of all flakes is pretty spectacular. Anyway, when I saw him I had just run over from the east side so I was a mess, but who cares. We had lunch in the park and talked and I gave him both cds. Random: Apparently Olivia Katz is taking voice lessons with him in french right now because she's abroad, I guess. Well when I'm in Paris next fall......muhhaha. YeahI'mcreepy.
Anyway. I heart Dale. The whole thing was like a dream.
Part II: HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIREEEEE
Yeah. Gooooood stuff. Well first of all, we got there around 10 for the midnight showing, and there were all of these lines everywhere because they were showing it on 10 screens or something at Union Square. And so we get our tickets and are looking for our line, when someone tells us that our auditorium has already gone in. Initial response: "OH FUUUUUUCK." We dash up to our theater, walk in, and it wasn't full at all yet. We got amazing seats on the floor, didn't even have to wait outside in the cold at all, and all was good. Then we just chilled for like two hours before it started.
And then, the mooooooovie.
I don't want to ramble on about this and that right now but I definitely want to see it again. Maybe on IMAX next week with the bro (although hes kind of grown out of the HP mania, meaning I am the uber dork of the family). But Neville is my HERO. And Ralph Fiennes...creepy motherfucker. He was great.
I cried. I didn't want to, and I knew what was going to happen, but I cried anyway. One of my suitemates was genuinely freaked out and emotional during the whole last part of the movie and said it should have been rated R for how scary it was. I disagreed. But it was still great. Go see it.
Now.
Part I: Dale Wardlaw
The urban myth. He was in the city the past weekend, and - miracle of all holy miracles - he got in touch with us and actually called Elena to schedule a time to see us before he left. This may sound anticlimactic, but a phone call from the flake of all flakes is pretty spectacular. Anyway, when I saw him I had just run over from the east side so I was a mess, but who cares. We had lunch in the park and talked and I gave him both cds. Random: Apparently Olivia Katz is taking voice lessons with him in french right now because she's abroad, I guess. Well when I'm in Paris next fall......muhhaha. YeahI'mcreepy.
Anyway. I heart Dale. The whole thing was like a dream.
Part II: HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIREEEEE
Yeah. Gooooood stuff. Well first of all, we got there around 10 for the midnight showing, and there were all of these lines everywhere because they were showing it on 10 screens or something at Union Square. And so we get our tickets and are looking for our line, when someone tells us that our auditorium has already gone in. Initial response: "OH FUUUUUUCK." We dash up to our theater, walk in, and it wasn't full at all yet. We got amazing seats on the floor, didn't even have to wait outside in the cold at all, and all was good. Then we just chilled for like two hours before it started.
And then, the mooooooovie.
I don't want to ramble on about this and that right now but I definitely want to see it again. Maybe on IMAX next week with the bro (although hes kind of grown out of the HP mania, meaning I am the uber dork of the family). But Neville is my HERO. And Ralph Fiennes...creepy motherfucker. He was great.
I cried. I didn't want to, and I knew what was going to happen, but I cried anyway. One of my suitemates was genuinely freaked out and emotional during the whole last part of the movie and said it should have been rated R for how scary it was. I disagreed. But it was still great. Go see it.
Now.
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