Since the last post, dear reader(s), I've received my call to Hogwarts, matched to my wand, enjoyed a cup of butterbeer (it was so sweet, I felt my percentages of diabetes risk increase with every sip) and spent an entire day at Universal Orlando for the first time since the early 90s. A time before some of my grad school classmates were even alive.
Harry Potter World was amazing, and I kept thinking about the final book launch, and wandering NYC streets right after high school graduation with friends, waiting for midnight to drop (and buying a copy of the book out of some random dude's white van on Columbus ave...). Brings me back. ANYWAYS that happy day was promptly replaced by a terrible tragedy, and the next morning I spent watching the news, wondering how a world where Harry Potter captures the collective imagination can also inspire such hate. And the event I'm referencing was not even the only shooting of the weekend. And that night, a small child got eaten by a gator in Disney. Florida, wtf.
Today, me and the intern posse headed to Cocoa beach, home to Cape Canaveral spaceship launching parties. It was quite nice out there, but as soon as we got back into the car to return, the biggest cray cray thunderstorm I've ever experienced hit us. It was so bad, everyone on the freeway (and we're talking FL drivers here people) stopped driving like complete lunatics, and dropped speeds down to 20mph. I was on windshield wipers level 4 people! My face was so close to the windshield trying to see, I looked like a grandmother driving her cadillac to the grocery store. Fortunately, drivers ed on the FDR had prepared me for extreme road conditions, such as today's.
Anywhoo, my computer just crashed so I lost the second half of this post. Let's all pretend I wrote something profound and hysterical.
Until next time.