Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Savrdas

A couple weeks ago the sixth Harry Potter film came out. Our theatre, like most across the United States (and world), had a midnight showing in the wee, wee hours of that Wednesday morning. 

My mother called me about a week before the premiere to tell me that she was going to purchase advance tickets for the midnight showing. She asked me if I wanted to go, and made sure to point out the fact that I had clinicals that morning in Montgomery at 7 am. I reluctantly told her that she didn't need to get me a ticket because I could not attend the midnight showing. Clinicals are serious business, and waking up in time to leave town by 6 am is no small feat. 

As the week passed, there were constant reminders that the much-anticipated HP6 was near. All the old movies were playing on what seemed like every channel. Honestly, Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince got almost as much media coverage as the death of the king of pop. Almost being the key word here. 

Anywho, as the weekend came and went the Savrda's were making severe progress on the previous Harry Potter movies. To exacerbate the situation, Allison was nearly drooling, with a video-game like, Potter-induced coma, as she read the sixth book that corresponded with this movie. Stupidly, I watched trailers online, my blood boiling as I thought about all the talking my family would do about the movie after they saw it at midnight. I couldn't take it any more.

After an encouraging conversation with my good friend we finally decided to risk it and see if the theatre had any more tickets left. I dialed the number of the theatre. The phone rang. No answer. Then the standard recording: "The movie times for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince are 12:01, 12:02..." I couldn't take it anymore. I hung up. I drove to the theatre, walked up to the booth, and sheepishly asked, "Are there any tickets left for the midnight showing of Harry Potter?" "Sure," he replied, "that will be 18.50" I didn't even care that it would cost a small fortune. I was going to see Harry Potter!!!!

It was a strange night in our house. We left home at 10:45 to arrive at the theatre at 11, for a movie that started the previews an hour later. We dressed up. IT WAS MAGICAL.

Here are some pictures chronicling the experience: 

Cassie on the way to the theatre. Note the look of excitement in her eyes and the fist gripping the handle. We couldn't be less than an hour early, so we flew to the theatre.

Allison posing with a Gryffindor cupcake that a friend at the theatre gave her. Note the Gryffindor rugby jersey. She's legit.

Yours truly really excited about the Potter that is about to ensue. Please notice my colors. I am Gryffindor through and through. (Minus that whole parseltongue thing).

Finally, a picture of the three youngest Savrda girls about to explode with joy just minutes before they let us back into the theatre.

The movie ended around 3 am, and it was everything I hoped it would be. Amazing. I got into bed around 3:30 in the morning. When my alarm went off at 5:30, I thought to myself, "WHAT WAS I THINKING LAST NIGHT?!?!?!" and then it hit me, "I watched Harry Potter and it was AWESOME." Granted, I did have to remind myself several times throughout my day why I had only gotten two hours of sleep, but I never regretted my decision.

Sometimes we do silly things. We deprive ourselves of sleep against all reason. But, I do have to say, it was entirely worth it.