fox | the return of riggety-jig

good weekend. PoA for the second time on friday, and i had to physically restrain myself from shouting "o! captain! my captain!" at the screen as my remus lupin was leaving (and i see i'm not the only one to have had this impression). ran into a friend from college in line, which was v. strange. well -- saw him in line, was sure it was someone i knew, saw him being sure i was someone he knew, and then in the theater when he was walking past our row, i called the name of the person i was sure he was, and he turned back, and we were both right. trippy, man. senior when i was a freshman, haven't seen him since (i think) he graduated -- actually since the end-of-year party at which i got alarmingly drunk on mixed liquors and had to be taken home and put to bed in my (out of town) roommate's bottom bunk. anyway. so, moderate blast from the past. (for

esti626 and

wholenother's benefit, this was P. McF. did you know him? tall. skinny. redhead.)

saturday, drove up to new york with

cmshaw and

darthrami to meet up with

bethbethbeth and

gaeta and

ellen_fremedon and

idlerat and

lolaraincoat and

fishwhistle (mr. raincoat -- but you've got to be impressed that i remembered the LJ name) and eighty-seven thousand other people to see PoA in IMAX-y splendor. which was lovely. highlight of the afternoon, i think:

girl behind me: you're wearing a choir robe.
me (wearing MA gown): it's actually a graduation robe, but yes, i am.
girl behind me: oh. yeah, my graduation robe was white, so i guess it wouldn't have worked as well.
me (internally): oh, sweetie.

(for our international readers who may not be aware -- white graduation robes are most typically worn by girls graduating from high school. if, that is, the school feels the need to dress the boys and the girls differently.)

came home with

ellen_fremedon in tow, who is or should be now apartment-hunting. go, ellen, go! and am at work, being as useful as ever. wheeee!

the return of riggety-jig

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