So, it's Tuesday night... 10:30 on Tuesday night... and we've just come in from our last 'pre-Champs' swim meet. I'm tired. My voice is nearly gone. My throat hurts. But instead of getting into my jammies and making myself a cuppa, I'm killing a half-hour. What's that? You want to know what I'm doing in a half-hour? Well, thanks for asking. I'm going out. Not just 'out' (you know, the place you used to go when you didn't want to tell your mother where you were really going... or if you didn't know where you were really going). No. I know where I'm going. I'm going somewhere very specific.
I'm going to the movies. With my 9-year-old. Because guess what movie starts in 1 1/2 hours, at 12:01 AM...
Harry Potter 6
Yes. I, crazy mother that I am, agreed to get tickets (days ago, lest they were sold out tonight) to HP6 for Ryan and me. The guy at the theatre told me to get there at 11:00 in order to get a good seat.
We'd seriously better get good seats. I seriously better not have to sit 2 rows back from the screen, with my head positioned at a peculiar angle, which will be sure to cause me great pain tomorrow and likely cause me to fall asleep tonight.
I expect the Dementors will be enough to keep me awake. I expect that if they're not, my uber-excited child will do it. And honestly? How happy and excited she is right now, over an hour past her bedtime, after an exhausting meet, is totally worth the late night, the lack of sleep, the $1,402.76 it cost me for 2 movie tickets, and the $1,672.40 it'll cost for popcorn and soda.