Tonight I saw Harry Potter for the second time. It's been out two days. I don't plan on slowing down any time soon. And I don't know why I didn't think about gushing here before, especially after that midnight showing (of which I shall elaborate on later) because everyone I told basically did the same thing.
'Ah! Oh my goodness, I saw Harry Potter last night! Like, the midnight showing! Oh my freaking goodness!'
'Don't tell me anything!' They say, putting their hands up to their ears.
'Like, I won't, but'
'Uh uh uh uh uh. Don't.' They interrupt, 'If you do, I'll kill you.'
'Hmm. Understandable. Just, all I'm going to say is'
'No!' they say, in a rising tone of distress and panic, 'Nothing! I don't want to hear it! I know I've read all the books but I just.. don't!'
'Okay. All I'll say is you'll love it. I loved it. So good. Ahhh!' And then I do a few air kicks, just to emphasise my point.
And now that people have seen it. Man, am I going to go mad. Froth at the mouth mad. Oh my goodness.
Okay, quick update on my week.
Sunday. Bought a mini harmonica and a ukulele. Parks and fields of burgers.
Monday. Dinner at Milkie Ways. My, I've missed them.
Tuesday. Deep conversation, the real meaning of community, love abounding, clean clothes.
Wednesday. Last assignment, baked dinners, tea and a vision for the future. Alexa and Megan and midnight HP.
Thursday. Afternoon naps. Sunsets and ukuleles, ovals and revelations.
Friday. Op-shops, parks and cheap food. Joining buskers, spontaneous Harry Potter, spontaneous friends.
Oh, you want to know more about the joining buskers? Okay, i'll tell you. Picture this. Martin Place. Guy playing keyboard (who will now be known as Robert) microphone setup. We stop and watch him. I've got my uke. He calls me over and asks me to play something. I start somewhere over the rainbow. Jake starts recording a video of this. Robert gives me microphone. Tells me to sing. I sing. Crowd gathers.
Now picture this. Pitt St mall. Half an hour later. Walking along, playing. We walk past a saxophonist playing, you guessed it, somewhere over the rainbow. Yeah, what of it, the song is rocking. I get excited and go up and talk to him. We start jamming, uke and sax. Sax and uke. Crowd also gathers.
In other stories, I've finished college for the year. I went op-shopping today. I'm going to New Zealand in 10 days. I saw my mama and we had lunch and it was lovely. I've been playing my ukulele constantly. I talked to my brother on the phone about HP. My cousin is back on the beaches. There will be tea with Milkie many times. Life is rocking.
Post script; Glory cats, how good is that image. Oh my gosh, yes!
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