Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Quilting, Wine, and Wands?

Hello again! I jsut got back from a lovely lunch where I was sitting with some Lexingtonian ladies who told me all about their quilting guild and master gardener's club and other such activities. Lexington seems like such a lovely place to retire.

Well the past week or so has been really nice. I have come to find out that the AC participants are (with few exceptions) unbelievably sweet and adorable. They're just such genuinely nice people. Yesterday Danielle and I got a knock on our suite door and we opened it to this woman who had been with the program for two weeks in a row, and while standing in the hall she launched into this entire story about how she knows we're not allowed to accept gratuity but she just had to get us something so she bought all the RAs cookies from Coco Mill. It was such a kind gesture, we were all so excited. If we thought the people last week were old, well they're even older this week. The theme is Verdi and Vino, so we have about 65 opera and wine lovers to tend to. They're a little more demanding and needy than past groups but they're very nice and fun to chat with. I drove the golf cart yesterday, which I've decided I really enjoy doing because people are so grateful for it. They may ask for a lot but they're also quite appreciative when we do it for them. We did have one resident this week who left today because of health problems. He collapsed during dinner the other night (I must have been really engrossed in my table's conversation because I completely missed the incident) and was taken to the hospital. He stayed in all day yesterday but still wasnt feeling better so he went home. Scary...I'm really hoping I don't walk into one of my rooms to take out the trash and find a dead person or something. We're all a little scared of that I think.

Now, I'm pretty tired today because last night Stephen and I (along with Danielle, Mike, and half of Lexington's youth) went to Lexington's own R/C State Cinema 3 to watch the midnight premier of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince! It was thrilling! The movie itself I thought was pretty good. It definitely diverted a lot from the book but that's to be expected. I thought it was hilarious and relatively well-done. Definitely worth seeing. I want to be Ron Weasley's best friend. But probably the most entertaining part of the night was sharing the theater with a large group of angsty lexingtonian high school kids. First off, they were waiting outside the theater by 8:00. I think my group showed up at around 11:25 and we still managed to get perfectly fine seats. Whenever people would drive down Nelson St past the theater these kids would yell and scream and wave. Many were dressed up. One of our favorites was this girl wearing a full-on cloak and carrying some kind of extremely strange stick. We think it was supposed to be a wand? But it looked more like a tree branch. Next to her was a girl who was wearing an extremely flowy flowerypatterned concoction that i'm guessing was supposed to be a costume for some identifiable character. But then again, maybe she just dresses in the medieval hippy style for kicks? Her bright gold scarf in her hair was kind of a distraction as well. I really wanted to take a picture of these kids for posterity so Julia Miglets (whom I was sitting next to) graciously offered to lean out into the aisle so i could attempt that awkward "Oh look I'm taking a picture of you while really its the people behind you that i want to capture on film" kind of thing, but I generally fail at such subtlety. So the flash of course goes off really obnoxiously and the girls (smart cookies, they were) call me out and say in an unearthly annoying voice "Oh my gosh you just took a picture of us!" First reaction: ignore them, darn narcissists. "You did didn't you!" Second reaction: turn around embarrassed and deny it. "You can take another one. Here get one of me and my friend" Third reaction: just ignore. The girl was wearing an obscene amount of eye liner and to be perfectly honest I was kind of intimidated. For the rest of the night every time I turned around to talk to Samara and Beth who were sitting behind me, the girl was staring at me. Not okay. So I turned my attention to other people in the theater. My eyes fell on this one chick a few rows infront of me who was dressed perfectly normally, with really cute clothes actually, but she was wearing an eye patch. I'm sorry...is this the midnight premier of Pirates of the Caribbean? No, i don't think so. Maybe she's a hardcore mad-eye moody fan? Too bad he wasn't even in this movie. Other interesting characters included little nerdy 15 yearish old boy in glasses, a harry potter t-shirt, and leather shoes who kept turning around to look at Julia and myself. I think he was sitting alone. Julia thought he was special. He looked like a nice boy. Then there was the obnoxious group of kids to the side and infront of us who kept running back and forth and switching places and flirting with eachother...the early teenage hormones were rampant. They kept yelling out countdown numbers (OMG 13 minutes everyone! TWO MINUTES LEFT!) which prompted Julia to mutter "Chill out, it's not the second coming of Jesus Christ". Now, I was just as excited as the next person for this movie to come out but I think these kids overcaffinated themselves in preparation for the big night. It also probably didn't help that they kept going out of the theater and coming back with huge bags of candy.

Anyway, that was the harry potter experience, which I feel made it lots more of an experience. The air conditioning kept coming on and off in the theater during the movie, making a very very loud rumbling noise, which kind of added to the suspense of the film, I feel. Way to go Lexington. I'm proud of you for being legit enough to have a midnight showing of Harry Potter. I'm glad I went to it. Even though I'm tired today.

Well that's it for now. I'm off to Campus Kitchens and Stephen is off to pick up his lost swipe card from Wendy's. How it got there, don't ask.

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