There's a whole list of things I've sworn would never take place on this blog--no tip jar, no "indeed," no rambling posts about my wife/boyfriend/pet parakeet, no "hat tip," no "MSM," no "blogiversaries," and, most definitely no liveblogging.
But I kind of can't resist. I've been at the Potomac Yard Barnes & Noble since 8:00 p.m., working, editing, and watching kids, parents, and other twentysomething nerds hanging out in anticipation of the new Harry Potter book. There's a trivia contest, a make-your-own-wand station, balloons, and good cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. My wife's sitting across from me reading Agatha Christie with her adorable Harry Potter glasses on and there's even a girl behind the Starbucks counter wearing a beautifully knitted wool scarf done up in the Gryffindor colors. Really, I don't see how life gets better.
Well, that wasn't so bad. My first liveblogging. I thought I'd feel dirty, but I don't feel dirty at all.
And you, what are you snickering at? Sure, I'm the dork at the Harry Potter party, but you're spending your Friday night reading the third-dumbest blog in Washington, so really, which one of us is sadder?
Update, 11:27 p.m.: All cynicism aside, the single most moving thing about the Harry Potter parties are the many, many families with hearing-impaired children milling around the store, signing to each other. I imagine that if you're a deaf kid you miss out on a lot of the silly pop culture moments, like movies and TV shows. To have a book which is an event like this is something hearing-impaired children can totally and completely own. It's a really wonderful thing to see.
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