Now that my former living quarters are clean and empty, I feel fancyfree to set off on a delightful weekend trek with The Prof, Cho and Bobby Crocker (plus The Barbarian Baby King, of course) to hang out with Sir Ivan, Lady Lydia and their parents at a beach house in Wareham. We're doing some work for an awesome Cape Cod coffee company at my office, and the owners told me that since Cape Cod looks like an arm making a muscle, locals often say that Wareham is "in the armpit of the Cape."
Hmmm. Well, I am looking forward to relaxing and hopefully getting a ridiculous, Donatella-Versace-tan-inducing amount of sun. Because if I'm gonna be in an armpit, I want that pit to be good and RIPE. Naturally, the forecast for both days includes the word "cloudy." Luckily, we (uh, that would be The Prof and I) are heading out tonight at midnight to buy a copy of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. You know, THE LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK EVER! Or something like that, anyway.
If you're one of those people who has no patience and is still trying to beat the clock by downloading the supposed leaked scans of the entire book, well you're just pathetic. And besides, the torrent has a password so the whole process is lamely for not. Trust me, I tried.
Just a little curious? Then I'd suggest checking out the New York Times review. Read all six previous books but need a brief refresher before diving in for the next two days? This Boston.com Hogwarts characters update should do the trick.
Humming "Working for the Weekend,"