You had better believe I'm going to see Harry Potter 6 today. These movies seem to define milestones in my life. How could I miss one?
First, there was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Jeremy and I saw this one on our honeymoon in Seaside, Oregon.
I'm sure we saw Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets legitimately sometime, but mostly I remember it because we bought a pirated Arabic copy (is there another kind?) of it in Damascus for five bucks.
We saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in American Fork. We rode our bikes to the theater. We're nerds like that.
We took tiny baby Miriam with us to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I think one or the other of us was standing up with her in the aisle the whole time, trying to rock her to sleep.
Ah yes, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I saw this one in Amman, Jordan. Twice. On the same day. On opening day. Good times.
Next up: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. We're going to see it in the same theater we saw HP3 in.
But we're not riding our bikes this time.
Are you going to see it?