How was your weekend, by the way? I forgot to ask you. I’m sorry. Was it great? Did you hit up some great parties and hot clubs? Hook up with a sexy booty call or maybe two? Yeah, me too. I was out bar-hopping and being super awesome all weekend. What I definitely wasn’t doing was dusting off my Gryffindor scarf and applying my temporary lightning bolt scar tattoo and waiting in line to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part Two with about 400 underaged kids while holding my homemade Butter Beer and squealing like a small child.

Hypothetically speaking, though, if I DID do that, I would have told you that I cried at the end because it was the best movie ever made in the history of cinema although it obviously didn’t hold up to the glory of the book but that would be impossible anyway and I was really sad that it was over. Hypothetically, I probably would have told you I was gonna go see it again tonight. AND HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, I would probably tell you that I’ll be dressing up with just as much excitement and vigor when The Dark Knight Rises finally releases because OH MY GOD WAS THAT BANE?!?!?!?