Hello, My Name is Gina. I'm a Huge Dork

I am so tired I can’t think straight. I got to work this morning and stood dozing at the elevator for a minute or two before realizing that it wasn’t coming because I hadn’t pressed the button. Why so tired? Well, because my cousin slept over so she can hang out with the boy today, since he’s not in any camps this week. I stayed up too late with her, and then stayed up even later reading after I went to bed. Because, even if I’m so tired my eyes are burning, I don’t like to go to sleep without getting some time to be quiet and read. (Adrian Mole: The Lost Years. Meh. Funny in parts, but not nearly as great as the first book. But STILL I stayed up too late with it. Because I’m an idiot.)

I also had weird dreams, including one where the boy and I buzzed all over some strange neighborhood on a mini-bike. Also, I know there was one with lots of rain. And one where I had sex with a guy I grew up with (the weird part about that dream wasn’t that we had sex [which was weird, yes, okay] but that at one point I was STANDING ON MY HEAD. Hello, Sting and Trudy. Top that.)

Ahem.

My cousin, the boy, and I went to see Harry & the Potters at the library last night. (Bablebabe pointed out that Mimi Smartypants went too, in Chicago. Does this mean I’m as cool as Mimi, or is she as dorky as I am?) I can’t tell you how much fun this was. They did the show outside, on the library’s main lawn, and the weather was perfect. Blue sky, cool breeze (which is unheard of here in July), and live music—what more can anyone ask for?

Well, how about a hundred or so kids dressed up in Harry Potter dorkery? There were wizards in hats and robes, and school kids in ties, sweaters and skirts, and a Snape, a Rita Skeeter and some Death Eaters. How about the fact that the bands (there were two—Draco & the Malfoys opened) sounded really good, and that the songs were written with . . . love? Care? Affection? D&tMs did songs about how Pansy Parkinson is the only decent-looking girl in Slytherin, how Ron’s parents had too many kids, how much Harry is a freak and a fraud, and how—when it came to it—Draco wouldn’t kill Albus Dumbledore. Good stuff. H&tPs sang a love song about Ginny, a really funny song about the disastrous Valentine’s Day with Cho, one about saving Serious, one about Umbridge, and one really rousing one called, “Give it Up for Fred & George”.

I was so happy to see people singing, dancing, and cheering . . . in front of the library! Goooo Books!

One last thing: The Mummy was on cable last night, so we had it on in the background. Rachel Weisz is a librarian in this movie, which is awesome, but . . . I’m almost a librarian, and realized I would have been pretty useless in their situation. If we ever get into trouble in ancient tombs of any kind, please don’t look to me for leadership.