Because it was an event of Biblical proportions, Tiffany, Heather, and I had to be together. Even though I was sick. Even though my plans were changed 67 times. Even though it required a cross-country trip. It meant that much to us. After all, we were brought together earlier in the year by Twilight. Did y'all know that? I'll save that story for another post. It's worthy.
Just as we are worthy...look how fabulous we are:
After consuming large quantities of the best Mexican food I've ever had in my life (Carne Asada Nachos, people...and fresh pico de gallo...Oh. My. Head.), we did a little window shopping. And because we love her, took this homage to our gal Rhea:
(I didn't mean to be all Minnie Pearl with the tag hanging out, but you get the gesture.)
Then it was time to head to the movie. While in line we met the sweetest gals...discovered one of 'em was a blogger...and became BFFs, all before the credits rolled. This, my friends, is the joy of Twilight. It brings people together. Yes, it does.
That's Casey next to Heather...go read her blog. She is awesome, y'all. Plus she deserves mad props and major awards for sitting next to us for two hours.
And then the movie began. It was an emotional roller coaster for us. Did I mention we had Tattooed Minivan Mom with us, too? She declined photographs. And we respect that because we love her.
Back to the movie. For two hours there was much hand holding...seat shifting...sighs of delight...sighs of incredulity...declarations of intent to flee the theater...declarations of lust for Edward's lipstain...declarations of lust for Edward...a few "that's hot!" shoutouts...a few "Oh, dear!" summations...more seat shifting, more hand holding, more sighs, more groans. And then it was over. I also took this picture and endured much scolding from the person on my right. I stand by my decision to preserve this moment for posterity. And for blog fodder.
Seriously, Robert Pattinson has the most gorgeous hands I've ever seen. But I digress...
My dear friend, Kristen, summed up her feelings for the movie when my words failed me: "The first few scenes were so painful, had I remembered to bring my sackcloth I would've donned it right then and there." Oh, Kristen...my love, my hero...you are correct. You hit that nail on the head, precisely. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth the first half hour of this feature film. But since I'm tired of dwelling on the lows, I'll mention a few highlights...things that did make me happy:
*Carlisle turning Edward? Hot. I said it outloud, too.
*Jasper twirling a baseball bat? Hot. I said it outloud, too.
*The kiss? Hot. I said it outloud, too.
*Edward's ruby red lips? Hot. I must have that shade for my own.
*Emmett? Hot. I may have said it outloud, but I'm not sure. But I am certain of my Team Emmett status. Amen.
*Yes, that was my pole song as the soundtrack to the baseball scene. A big high-five goes out to Jennifer P. for thinking of me during this moment. I love you in ways that are kind of obscene, my friend.
*Pretty much anything from the baseball scene 'til the end was enjoyable for me. Before that? Not so much. I refuse to say more, lest I get all fidgety and flummoxed again. It's taken me a few days to get past my disappointment.
Tomorrow I'll regale y'all with more stories of Tiffany, Heather, and Lula In California, as well as the meaning behind this picture:
These fellas may or may not be our new boyfriends. I'll let you ponder...