Due to nothing in particular, I was extremely tired today. So tired in fact that shortly after getting home a bit past 3:00pm from an 11:15am showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and eating a late lunch of leftovers, I took a 4-hour nap. And when I woke up in time for Jeopardy! (the college finals ended today), I was still pretty exhausted.
I should have used that time to make my mom's slideshow instead, but at this point I know that any effort would be half-assed and I would be cranky for her birthday dinner tomorrow, so I am making the decision (however wrong it is only time and passive-aggression will tell) to forego the project altogether. See how I seesaw from day to day? Can you appreciate the time it takes me to make any decision whatsoever?
I was happy to see Nicky today for HP7a. The movie theatre didn't open its doors until 10:45am so I figured I wouldn't need to show up an hour early. By 10:35am there was a long lineup outside the theatre. Luckily we bought our tickets online already so part of the line was eliminated. Then we ran up two sets of escalators "as fast as our Muggle legs would carry us" and got some good seats in the centre of the second last row. And the movie didn't disappoint! I just wish I reread the book first because I had clearly forgotten everything other than the existence of the horcruxes, and that was mostly because they were already mentioned in the sixth movie.
No matter though, it was good to have forgotten in some respects since I didn't know what to expect plotwise. I was genuinely scared a couple of times and I cried at another part near the end. And as the movie progressed, I kept thinking "oh no, it's going to end soon and we'll have to wait months until we know what happens!". I can easily pick the book up again--I do have a copy at home!--but not having a resolution is painful...and this feeling of urgency is also a testament to the filmmaker's excellent job of making us want more. We did not want the movie to end. It felt like 30 minutes had elapsed as opposed to 146.
Back to reality now. After a delicious hotpot dinner at home and hours of mahjong, we wished my mom a happy birthday when the clock struck midnight. Dad presented her with a bouquet of flowers from The Flower Factory and unfortunately, though most of it was beautiful, the red roses were a very dark shade. Almost like a red-tinged black (black and white are quite inauspicious to Chinese people, especially as flower colours and birthdays!) and so I could sense my mom's disapproval and unhappiness with a token we thought would be so welcome. Apparently they only had roses in this colour and yellow, which is a far cry from the abundant selection we used to find there...so it looks like this is no longer our family's favourite florist. Change in ownership/staff perhaps?
I couldn't help but feel that this setback was a bit foreboding to the rather unplanned festivities of what will be later tonight. I dread the disappointment already. No slideshow, unrehearsed singing (!!!), no program, no more surprises. I would very much like to hibernate through the rest of the day. Will she be happy with just a dinner with friends?
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