The Weekend of the Muses, Part the Fifth

[jlh]

Here I am, back at work, the weekend behind me. Wibble!

Sunday was mainly uneventful as the entire crew struggled to recover from their hangovers. Ely went to meet her cousin, and Femme and I trotted downtown to meet Emily and two of her friends for brunch. Mmmm, eggs benedict.

While at brunch, my pal D called. He's in town this week from LA! So Femme and I trudged up to the Met to meet up with him and Ely, and the four of us took in the Richard Avedon exhibit (I highly recommend it, btw). Then off to a cafe, then D went to meet some other friends and Ely, Femme and I made our way back to the flat.

We dropped Femme off at the train station, then came home and got take-away Mexican and wrote. It was horrible raining and I really had no desire to go outside ever again. It was a nice, homey evening--pretty much like my usual evenings, except there was also someone in the flat. Sort of re-entry into my regular life.

The very nice thing is that D is around to cushion the blow of everyone leaving--just like my trip to see D cushioned the blow of Alex going home to London. Good old D.


I'll play you the actual message the next time I see you. I had called C Saturday night to ask him what to do with a car that won't move. A very hoarse, clearly hungover C left me this message on Sunday afternoon:
"Is this some kind of test? You and I both know what you do with a car that doesn't move: put it up on blocks on your front lawn. End of story. C'mon, what kind of question is that?"



I had yammered on so much about this at the diner and the party that I forgot to put any of it here. I had expected, in slash terms, for this to be a Harry/Draco blowout but really it wasn't. I don't know why misscora didn't see anything--I did! Now, granted, I hate Devon Murray. His hair is far too dark and he plays Seamus like a doofus, which he isn't. He also has a truly horrible haircut--worse than the first film, if that is possible.
But he was visible, had as many lines as Neville, and was often sitting next to Dean in class, in the common room, and at meals. ::sigh:: And Dean actually had a line! Given that I think he has about five lines in the book, that's pretty impressive.
(Of course when I saw Percy's bedhead I thought, awww, that's what Oliver sees every morning . . . )
Really, you know, we are very lucky indeed that they bothered to keep the minor characters distinct and recognizable. So often in book adaptations minor characters get composited. But there's been none of that. Count your blessings, such as they are.

Comments

[misscora.livejournal.com]

hmm. I conceed. I think I do remember Dean's one line. Maybe. And yeah they were occasionally sitting together in the background but in the dada scene (seamus' big mini!moment) Seamus is sitting with Neville. *sigh*

And you're right they are seperate and distinct characters if you already know what you're looking for. I was just already annoyed at the lack of Huffle love so it was just one more thing to upset me.

[thegraybook.livejournal.com]

hee hee. *schnoogles chris madly*

*schnoogles clio*

I feel a veselka moment coming on...