Grumpy!Neil/Q. about the movie

[meboriqua at aol.com]

In September I was running for the bus in the Bronx and my very nice 
red skirt caught on a metal edge of a garbage can and it went 
"RIIIP!".  My thigh was exposed for the world to see.  Luckily I had a 
long enough sweater to tie around my waist and cover the rip.  My 
thighs are for my boyfriend's eyes only (I don't even like looking at 
them).  You have my empathy, Neil.

As for the HP move, I have a close friend who is now reading GoF.  We 
have already discussed seeing the movie together.  She wanted to wait 
until the crowds thin out a bit, but I said "Hell no!".  I usually 
hate opening nights but for Harry Potter I must make an exception.  If 
my friend for some horrible and inexcusable reason cannot make it, 
four of my colleagues promised to read the books this summer, so I 
could conceivably drag one of them with me.  No one has reached my 
level of obsession, though...  Does anyone want to come to New York 
City for the premiere?

--jenny from ravenclaw, who also enjoyed "Miss Congeniality"*