Do you ever wonder?

Do you ever think to yourself, “I wonder why Megan is always talking about rapping and breakdancing? She’s obviously not doing it out in public, right? Right?! Please tell me I’m right???!!!”

Again?!

Case closed.

Please don’t tell my mother about this.

P.S. Since this was at the American Royal (Kansas City’s world famous BBQ/Animal Show/Cowboy-fest) I believe I was dancing to country. For more American Royal pictures (less of me, more of the pretty people and random cowboy journalists), click here.

P.P.S. It’s official, I’ve become the laziest blogger of all time. They should take away my blogging license. But, aha! They cannot, because contrary to belief (or possibly reason) you don’t need a license to blog. Or to be an idiot. Or to breakdance in public. While cowboys stare at you. The end.

A Birthday Haiku

Today is my best friend Mara’s birthday, and in honor of her big day (and because I just bought her a graduation present), in lieu of a gift, I have decided to glorify her with a poem. Specifically, a well-thought-out haiku:

Team Edward and Team Ronald
you are such a goof
twenty-six will be awesome

Please, please, stop applauding. I know, you didn’t realize my talents stretched into the world of incredible poetry. Well, now you know.

(If you’re on Twitter, wish Miss Mara a happy day yourself here! It’s also photographer extraordinaire [and fellow mother of a Tasmanian child] Nicole’s birthday! Wish her happy birthday here or here. I think I’ll go eat some cake now. You know, for solidarity.)

Harry Potter Recap

Yesterday, after standing in line behind quite possibly the most obnoxious family of all time for two hours, my good bud (and fellow Ron Weasley lover) Mara and I headed in to the theater for our advanced screening of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. We had chatted for a bit about what we were going to do when we were inevitably disappointed with the story (they always cut out the best parts of the books), the acting (or shall we say, overacting), and the overall suckiness that seems to come out of the movies made about these amazing books. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve liked the other movies as well, but while each had it’s moments, I usually left the theater somewhat unsatisfied.

So imagine our surprise when this Harry Potter movie blew our freaking minds. For real! The story (though they did cut out some pretty important stuff…harumph…) was beautifully told by director David Yates and his team. It was a movie that actually seemed smooth, as opposed to the choppy cuts of all the other HP films. The characters showed some real development, in particular Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco Malfoy. The child-actors that always drove me nuts with their grand hand gestures and fake dialogue, really stepped up this go ’round. Both Mara and I commented that they had obviously worked on their craft since the last film, and it shows.

Again, a major thanks to Scene-Stealers.com for the tickets and the opportunity to see this movie before it’s even out in theaters. For those of you that have to wait until the end of the week, (sorry about that) it will be worth the wait. You’ll laugh, maybe you’ll cry (I won’t mention who did cry, but her name rhymes with Zara), and you’ll hopefully be as pleasantly surprised as we were.

And now, some notes from the premiere. We were told not to have cell phones anywhere near the theater or they would be confiscated, so we left ours in the car. Of course, as the line started moving, they changed that particular rule, so you just couldn’t have your phone on when you walked into the theater. So while everyone else was Twittering or texting or talking…Mara and I just stared at each other and tried not to punch the annoying family in front of us in their nasty faces. Some high (and low) points:

– Mara proved once again that she hates people. All people.

– If you are an obnoxious, awful human being, please do not procreate. Your children will indeed be as awful as you are.

– If you are a Kansas City radio host, why must you wear cut off t-shirts to a movie premiere? We get it, you’re country, but good Lord. Movie theaters are cold, and your arms are looking chilly.

– I totally cried during the previews when they played the scene from “Where the Wild Things Are.”

– I love Ron Weasley.

– Someone needs to invent a flask that has absolutely no metal on it so it won’t set off the metal detector wands from the crazy theater security.

– When we were searched (as everyone was going in to the theater), I was all “Look out, we’re about to get wanded. Get it? Wanded!” And Mara tried to kill me with her eyes.

– Mara loves Ron Weasley.

– The Quiddich scene was awesome. Like, finally. After six movies, they finally perfected Quiddich. About time.

– Mara thinks the one thing missing from the movie was a shot of the Weasley’s clock with all the hands (family members positions) pointing to mortal peril. I offered to make her one for her birthday. Only without magic. (Turns out you can get this very clock on Skymall.com…again, without magic. Which is sort of the point, isn’t it?)

– I promised Mara that if I someday have a baby boy and it has red hair I will name it Ronald Weasley Peters. Hope Trent doesn’t mind this little development.

– I bet you all $100 that Mara went home last night and rewatched the other Harry Potter movies. Seriously.

Harry Potter and the Luckiest Girl in the World

When I was fourteen years old I met a boy. His name was Dustin and he was one of my first friends during my first, endlessly dorktastic year in high school. He was too cool for words, had the best taste in music and would make me mix tapes for my awesome Pontiac Grand Am. Since I turned fifteen before he did, and had my learners permit, we became carpool buddies. I spent many a summer day at his house, listening to music and watching movies. He even worked as a wedding/party DJ and I would randomly accompany him on gigs where I’d pick out the nerdiest songs in his catalogue and then dance spastically while the bride looked on, horrified.

Now Dust is a full-blown Kansas City megastar (in my opinion), and along with his day job at a respectable advertising agency, he also works for Scene-Stealers, a movie reviewing group. He is constantly attending movie screenings and randomly meets the stars (Seth Rogen, anyone?), basically his life is too awesome for words.

Last week Dustin tweeted (twittered?) that Scene-Stealers was holding a contest for an advance screening of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and of course I entered. I always do. I never expected to win anything. Why? Because I’ve literally never won anything. Ever. So imagine my surprise and total happiness when I got a text from Dust that said, “Check your email…”

Harry Potter Advance Screening Passes!!!

SPOLERS BELOW! Although if you haven’t read the books, so don’t know what will happen in the movies, that’s pretty dumb and sort of your own fault if you get spoiled.

So tonight, at 6 p.m., my friend Mara and I will be squealing with delight as Harry kisses Ginny, Hermione and Ron finally sort of get together, and Mara will totally be crying when Dumbledore dies. We have plans to possibly go buy ourselves some wands today, and I’ll be sporting my “spoiler” t-shirt.

And all because in high school I had an awesome friend with connections. Although I doubt he’ll want to be seen anywhere near me tonight. Not even he can handle the dorktastic Megan when she’s in a Harry Potter coma. In fact, he’ll probably be the one yelling from the back of the theater “Would the wizard in the front row please put down your wand!”

And I’ll sink lower in to my seat, embarrassed that I was called out.

Molly McGoo Channels Yoda

6/14/09

This might be my favorite picture of the Professor. Poor Molly Moo gets dumped on more and more now that we’re in suburbia (a walk? damn, dog, just poop in the backyard!), but we still adore her. Even though she insists on sleeping right next to my side of the bed and tripping me every morning.

Just wait for this Halloween…I suspect the entire family may dress up as characters from Star Wars…after all, I totally have the Darth Vadar mask and Molly would be the perfect Yoda. Now I just need to convince Trent to wear a gold bikini, and we’re set!

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