We're sorry. Really. Sincerely.
I know we have been tweeting and hinting at all sorts of good stories to tell from our adventures in New Moon Madness last night/eeeeaaaarly this morning, and we will get to it. We swear to Chris Weitz (aka "our new messiah") that it'll get done early-ish today. And we'll post so much goodness this weekend that your head will spin and you'll beg us to stop. Cry uncle all you want--we're bringing it on!
But right now we're late for our New Moon matinee...
I didn't see The Prettah last night. Or else I might be dead. Or deaf. Definitely the latter; not sure about the former. I have heard the noise that Robert Pattinson once described as "what it must sound like at the gates of hell" with my own ears, and my hearing-aid fitting is immediately following the matinee (my ears have stopped bleeding now so I figure the wounds must be healing).
P.S. Good things come to those who wait! [Just don't try to use that line on me because I'm an impatient thing...]