Mischief Managed

Hola amigos. Flinkster here. I regret to inform you that I have no witty story about a lie I told to a stranger or a polish girl I tried to marry to tell you. Instead, today I am here to summarize July 14, 2011: the greatest day in the history of the earth.

The day began just like any other day. I woke up (always a good way to start the day), went to 7-11 to grab my morning drink, and went to work. For those of you who do not know, I work in a lab where I play  with rat hearts. Work was as ordinary as playing with rat hearts can be, but as you may have guessed it wasn't my day at work that made July 14 so extraordinary. After work, I had a date with "my girl"(as the professor I work for calls her). Since Flinkey does not want to reveal his true identity, and to keep consistant with previous blog posts, I shall not use her real name, but instead call her Carmen Sandiego. In her travels, Carmen had acquired a coupon for $60 worth of food at Kinkheads, a fancy seafood restaurant, for only $5. With that being said, after work we went for seafood. I ate what could have been the best dinner in my life. Clams on the half shell, lobster medallions, sesame crusted tuna, and soft shell crab. Heaven.

Following the greatest meal of my life, Carmen and myself went back to my house to prepare for the rest of the night. The night of July 14, 2011 was in fact a historic night. At 12:01 AM on July 15, 2011 (I know, technically it's a new day but to me it was all one day), part 2 of the epic finale of the Harry Potter series premiered. Carmen bought us tickets weeks in advance, and we decided we would dress up as characters in order to honor the ending of not only one of the greatest book series ever written, but more importantly marking the end of an era. Flink was a mere 8 years old when the first Harry Potter book was released, and now, over 12 years later, it was over. No more books. No more movies. The snitch had opened at the close, and no amount of magic can change that. Sorry for the rant, I get emotional when I think about this. Back to dressing up... I need not describe the costumes, for I have recently learned how to upload pictures to the blog.

 

There you have it: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. I know, we're awesome.

I need not go into how great the movie was, or how many times I cried (at least 3), but instead I feel as if I can share two tales of misfortune that occurred at the Lowes in Georgetown on the night of the premier.

Tale 1:

Following dinner, Carmen and myself (before transforming into Harry and Ginny) went to the movie theatre to pick up our tickets and try and avoid the midnight crowd. To our surprise, we saw people already lining up to get into the theaters. Mind you, this was at 7 PM for a 12:01 AM showing. What a bunch of lunatics, I thought. However, amongst the lunatics was a friend of mine, who in honor of the event we shall call Remus. Remus was one of the first people in line, playing cards with friends passing the time. The dedication (or insanity) displayed by Remus in order to get good seats at this movie astounds me. He sat for five hours to insure that he would not be sitting in the front row with a soar neck by the end of the movie. Carmen and I did not share the same dedication. We left at 11 PM in order to insure that we would have time to show off our costumes, while still getting two seats together. In the end, we sat two seats away from Remus. Jokes on you.

Tale 2:

Once in the theater, I saw multiple fans with the exact same Harry Potter
glasses. I knew there was a big cult following, but these glasses looked too similar to each other for it to be a coincidence. As it turns out, the movie theater gave away Harry Potter 3D glasses (yes, we saw it in 3D) to the first few people in the theater. I saw them and I needed them. I was Harry Potter. How could I let all these mere muggles outshine me by wearing my glasses?! I had to be proactive. At that point, I yelled "who wants to give me their cool Harry Potter glasses?" To my amazement, the muggle sitting in front of me turned around and offered his glasses for some of my Swedish fish. I will trade Scandinavian snacks for Harry Potter 3D glasses any day of the week! You
 got a deal muggle. About five minutes after giving away an entire school of Swedish fish, an usher walks through the isles giving Harry Potter 3D glasses to anyone who asks for it, for 3D glasses will always be given at Lowes to those who ask for them. I enjoyed my movie snack free. Jokes on me.

That's the story of how my childhood ended. All is well.

Flinkey out.