I think it was only as I exited off the Garden State Parkway that I had just a twinge of holy-fuck-what-if-they-don't-like-in-person-me-will-I-have-to-drive-home-today-too??? And that was quickly followed by a jeezus-gawd-I-really-hope-they're-not-serial-killers-who-have-lured-me-here-to-harvest-my-organs thought. Not the case - I'm still here, organs and friendships still in tact!
Packing for this trip stressed me out more than anything. I knew it was going to be hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock, so jeans were out of the question. I settled on about four different outfits to pick from for our jaunt into NYC to see Eclipse - trying to choose shit that wouldn't scream I'm-a-fucking-redneck-from-Maine! I knew JJ would be donning a pretty dress (as she always does which I think is so weird, but whatever) and I definitely don't do dresses. Thankfully STY joined me in wearing flip flops so I didn't feel too out of place!
I have to say that Jenny Jerkface and Snarkier Than You are two of the most lovely, crazy fun ladies I've had the pleasure of meeting. I was so glad that our online friendship translated so well into an in-person friendship. It was so wonderful to get some big tight hugs from them both (accompanied by much squeeeeing), and I honestly didn't give two shits about the musical instrument vomit in JJ's living room! Or the ferret who was desperately trying to break into my bag to steal some stuff. But I got to sleep on an Edward Cullen pillow case so that's all that matters! And to top it all off with a nice big juicy cherry, I got to also hang out with the very talented (and also lovely) Myg.
I only got the pillow case. If JJ really loved me like she says she does, I would've gotten the whole bedding ensemble. [Not my actual bed.]
It's been a while since I've been to NYC with someone other than my husband, and I'm always jogging to keep up with him so I don't lose him in the crowd - he's a full foot taller than I am so I need to take three strides to his one. I guess it was good practice because for being a shorty, that Jenny Jerkface fucking motors though the crowd. When we finally made it to the bar to meet TJ and Lorabell, I was nearly ready to die from chasing down JJ the Speed Racer in 95 degree heat.
As hot as it was, I found that I really didn't give a flying fuck. I was standing in line with a bunch of totally awesome fellow Twitards, waiting to see Eclipse! And it was soooooo worth the wait! I had a smile on my face from the opening credits to the closing credits and couldn't have been happier with the job David Slade did directing. And yes, I may be willing to offer him sexual favors for making Edward look that good! Fuck me, did he look good! So good I spent a good portion of the movie shifting uncomfortably in my seat looking for a little friction. Yup, I'm a slut...
So many thanks and hugs and big, wet smooches to JJ and STY for giving me a place to hang my hat and showing me such a great time! And for