Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
There is absolutely nothing wrong with indulging in your inner child’s needs every now and then. This is why I have no problem disclosing the truth about my Harry Potter obsession. I have been an HP fan for over a decade. Go ahead and mock if you wish, but I am proud of my silly addiction. Needless to say, I have been anticipating the opening of the first installment for the seventh movie. Last night, technically early this morning, I attended the midnight showing of Harry Potter 7 with my friend Ashley, an equally enthusiastic Harry Potter ‘junkie.’
Midnight showings at theaters, located all over Manhattan, were sold out. I bought my tickets Monday night, which almost proved to be disastrous as theater after theater appeared to have no tickets left. Ashley and I got to the theater an hour before the start and there was already a line wrapped around 84th Street.
It was lovable insanity. People came out in their Harry Potter garb, ready for a good show. The crowds were insane, as was the post show rush to the 1 Train. Yet, the two of us had beaming smiles as we walked to the train at 3 in the morning. Of course, we are left with a cliff-hanger of an ending, and now must wait impatiently for the next installment, scheduled to be released in July. The torture!