The recent release of the trailer for “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” had me so excited I needed to be pried off the ceiling (and bless you all you sneaky people with your cameras, filming it in theaters and then posting the trailer illegally on YouTube for the rest of us). July 13th, woohoo. Since my birthday is the 7th, I will consider it the Potterverse’s birthday gift to me. I’ve also heard rumors that book seven – the final book in the series, wah! – will be released sometime in July as well, in which case I should write J.K. Rowling a fangirl letter thanking her for that birthday gift too.

I know a few people in Vegas and have a few other friends scattered throughout the U.S. who are tentatively talking about a mid-summer trip to Vegas for no other reason than to get together and see the movie. I can’t even imagine how incredibly, ridiculously fun that would be. I missed “Goblet of Fire” because, you know, I had a baby, but prior to that I saw the movies with George. George enjoys the storyline, but we have different levels of, er, obssession. As in, George still HAS NOT SEEN “Goblet of Fire” whereas I have seen it twice. He has never read the books whereas I have read all but book six at least twice, and I’m actually re-reading that one right now.

He knows nothing of the intense conversations that go on about the stuff we read between the lines, the theories, the conspiracies, the questions, the FANFIC, oh my god the fanfic (hel-LO Snape/Hermione and Harry/Ginny). I, on the other hand, can talk about anything and everything to do with Harry Potter until the sun sets and comes back up again. Hell, we do recall that I went out dressed as Hermione Granger for Halloween yes?

I’m a wee bit addicted. I have a feeling that when I read the last word on the last page of the last book in this series that I may very well end up being kind of like a crack addict who just ran out of drugs. I want to know what happens but there may be deflation when it’s all over.

So can you imagine someone like me (loser, I know) getting together with a bunch of other people like me (freaks) and going to a theater (with our hand-knit house scarves, naturally) and seeing the movie together, and then going out for food and drinks and dissecting the movie for hours afterwards?

It would be insane. I would probably go hoarse by the time I came home. But once again I find myself wishing that the world was just a little smaller so that it would be feasible to actually do that.

(You know, you guys could all just fly/drive/hitchhike up here. Montreal has theaters! We have a casino if you wanted to go play blackjack! We have POUTINE! Whimper.)

In other news, this is the last day of NaBloPoMo. I managed to post every day in November, even when I was busy or didn’t know what to write about when I sat down. I feel a little frazzled and drained by it. So naturally I will be starting Holidailies tomorrow, an entry every day in December (though they do cut a little slack and allow for five days off if you can’t help it). So there you go, another month of my daily posts. Aren’t you excited? I may need help this time around. If there was something you wish I had written this month and didn’t, let me know!