The evening

I have to say, calloocallay and I can throw a damn fine dinner. Twelve smart, interesting, crazy (in a good way) people crammed around a big circular booth in the corner of the downstairs at Cafeteria was an excellent way to kick off the evening. It included ali_wildgoose, bowdlerized, tromboneborges; we joined uberlibra in the line at the store.

Though I should say, that wasn't how I had kicked off the night. Being that it was my final day as an advertising executive, the end of an eleven-year career, I'd had a margarita and a shot of tequila at lunch and two grapefruit vodka/champagne martinis after work before I got to Cafeteria and promptly downed a mojito. Yeah, I was pretty looped.

Right, so after our fun dinner we were off to the line. Last night at Books of Wonder was much more chaotic than I remember OotP being. More people, more crazy, and it was horrible hot and humid and no air in the store. Rather than pass out, I got my book and skedaddled. I had planned on going straight to bed and reading this morning; alcohol+the late hour+the oppressive humidity combined to make that very possible, and I passed out in my bed.

I woke up around 6:30, and I started to read.

Seamus Finnigan is the half-blood prince of my heart.

Title totally not a spoiler, but a Thursday night tshirt idea from weatherby that I wished I had so I could wear it last night! Well, I'll wear it for book 7 perhaps, or at TWH.

It was a really good call on my part to go to bed and then read in the morning. I'm a morning person anyway. So I woke up at 6:30 and, with a few breaks to cook up some eggs and prepare my lunch, I finished around noon. Nice and leisurely, so much the opposite of our no-sleep-mad-rush reading of OotP.

I tried to write something earlier but it was too paragraphy. So I'll try again with bullets.

( Spoilerific reactions cut for your unspoiled pleasure. )

This book satisfied. Mm-mm good.